Every year my mom sends me a wreath. Sounds crazy, right? Why the heck would my mother be sending me an ordinary wreath from 260-some-odd miles away? What could be so special about it?
Hmm, what’s in the box?
This is the reason why I don’t believe it’s Christmastime until I get my wreath. Every year my mom glues ornaments on wreaths and hands them out as gifts for select family and friends. We’ve had Pooh Bear wreaths, red white and blue wreaths, apple wreaths… Never the same two years in a row. I save all the ornaments to use the next year. Every year I dig out the past wreath ornaments and remember that Christmas and the love my mom sends in a box.