christmas sky

Another excerpt from a personal essay I am working on for my class. Ps. Anything that does not sound completely factual is usually because that is what my memory makes it out to be. I do try and be as honest as possible.
I can't wait until the holidays. I miss yall.

Our Christmas tree was covered in stars. My mom had bought a new star-shaped ornament every year since my parents first got married, each one completely different and unique. There was the set of three sparkling glass stars that descended in size, like the three sisters that delicately fingered them before placing them in the highest branch in reach. There was “The Queen” and “The Princess” stars, round orbs that lived up to their title. There were traditional five-pointed stars, and those that looked more like bursts of light that hung on loops of golden thread. Some had dates etched on the back, or special years engraved on gold and silver, and some just had stories needing to be told. One year, while Barbara Streisand sang her version of “Jingle Bells,” my sister and I spun in circles until our feet jumbled beneath us and we tumbled into the artificial tree in our living room, causing injury to a large chunk of the galaxy. Glass spines broke off like tiny icicles, and five-pointed became four in some cases. Those ornaments still made it on the tree every year, unwrapped carefully from tissue paper compartments. Mama always talked about how when the day came that the years had gathered her enough stars, she would hang only the night sky on those branches.