To counter the typical frantic rush of the season, let the Christmas tree stand bare for a week and then bless the ornaments while placing them on the tree. This is a good way to observe how Advent is a time of anticipation and longing
Have each family member choose a favorite ornament and hold it. Select someone or ask someone to volunteer in leading the following blessing
God, we ask you to bless these ornaments. Each one of these represents a thread in the tapestry of our family's life together. We gather today to be mindful of how you have been present with us through all our days. We know that you are present with us now as our family story continues to unfold. Help us to see one another as precious and dear, to treat one another with tenderness and care, and to enjoy and celebrate the joy that each one of us brings to the family. We ask you this in a spirit of memory and celebration.
After the blessing, your family might take time to share stories connected to some favorite ornaments
The ornaments upon our tree
Have each family member choose a favorite ornament and hold it. Select someone or ask someone to volunteer in leading the following blessing
God, we ask you to bless these ornaments. Each one of these represents a thread in the tapestry of our family's life together. We gather today to be mindful of how you have been present with us through all our days. We know that you are present with us now as our family story continues to unfold. Help us to see one another as precious and dear, to treat one another with tenderness and care, and to enjoy and celebrate the joy that each one of us brings to the family. We ask you this in a spirit of memory and celebration.
After the blessing, your family might take time to share stories connected to some favorite ornaments
The ornaments upon our treeHave secrets of their own,
Of other trees and Christmases
That each of them have known.
The chipped ones hung upon our trees
Before the children came;
The elves were bought for our first son
Who gave them each a name;
Our daughter made the paper rings
When she was only three;
And we all picked out the angel
That crowns our Christmas tree.
They're all different shapes and colors,
But we know and love them all.
And if they could only speak,
What joys they could recall.
By Kay Andrew




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