Changing tree decor

I like to be accommodating but I think my step-son’s wife is going to be very disappointed. She asked recently if we had any decorations left from when her husband grew up in our home. The only thing old about our Christmas decor is the artificial tree and the yards of lights my husband permanently wrapped around its branches years ago.
When our decorations came out of the storage this year, I found a few bows to tie on the branches, three boxes of fragile red bulbs and one popcorn tin of odds and ends. This after years of designing, making and buying decorations.
In our early years of poverty we made homemade popcorn chains, had one string of lights and bought a dozen plastic bells from the second hand shop that looked child proof. Eventually the bells were broken, lost or chipped so badly that I threw them away.
With a houseful of infants, toddlers and young children we made decorations. First, it was from a dough of flour, salt and water cut into shapes with cookie cutters, baked and painted in bright tempera paints. Within days the snowmen were headless and the reindeer had broken legs. One of the fat yellow stars however lasted until last year.
Then it was the sets of 2-inch stained glass tree decorations. They took hours of tedious work. We used some for package decorations or gifts. Some fell off the tree and the colored panes popped out. I had six left to hang this year.
One year I bought pre-printed cloth to make stuffed candy canes, Santas, elves and gingerbread men. For days I worked at the dining room table cutting, pinning and stuffing tiny pieces f cloth, insuring colorful decorations for years to come.
Last year when I pulled them out, my daughter said I should throw them away. They definitely did not fit her idea of a designer tree with red accents. I stored them in an empty popcorn tin.
This year when she wasn’t home, I slid a hangar through their ribbon loops and stuck them deep within the branches.
My all-time favorite decorations were the rich fake fur, red stockings with gray furry tops. I found them years ago at an after Christmas sale. The soft fuzzy booties caught my eye. They were so rich looking that I used them to hold small gift items for very special people. I couldn’t find one to put on the tree this year or to hold a gift.
When the children were young, my neighbor’s tree with miniature Teddy bears intrigued me. I wanted a tree of Teddy bears. For the next couple of summers I bought miniature toys and Teddy bears at garage sales. I had a very child friendly tree — too child friendly. The children played with those decorations. This year all I found was one small wooden plane and a tiny dressed up bear.
With our changing tree decor, I doubt any of that holds memories for my step-son. If so, he better grab what he can while it’s still here. I have already lost, broken or given away everything else.