I love this particular Christmas star. I’ve had it for so very many years now. Can it possibly be true that it’s 18 years now? I won’t go into all the details of how it came to be but let’s just agree to say that it’s seen me through some days, shall we? And in those days, it’s gotten a little…loved.
At one point, a friend’s husband soldered a new base to it because try as I might, I couldn’t find a new one – exactly like it – to replace it. I found a white one that is similar to it, and it is in my box of Christmas decorations for the time when ol’ red gives up the ghost. But I couldn’t find a red one.
And I was distraught.
So my best friend’s husband got out his soldering gun and a roll of some kind of heavy gauge metal wire and fixed my star up for me. She’s been going strong for several more years now.
When I looked at her this afternoon, though, I realized that perhaps her days are numbered. The back pane of glass is spinning freely. I think the only thing that is keeping her together are those two beads of solder that Nate added all those years ago.
I’m having to face the fact that it won’t be long now until this baby will be put up well and truly for good. That will be a sad, sad day for me because I’ve loved her for so long. Sweet Husband is in favor of getting a Sky Diving Santa – as his family has had for so long. I guess. But it won’t be my star.