My Christmas Tree is not a Christmas Tree of beauty and coordinating colors – in fact, it is quite the opposite.
Let me back up a wee bit – I do not like commercialized Christmas. Anyone who knows me well knows this. The idea that people run themselves straight in to debt to simply buy presents because they *have to* or people who decorate their houses like Clark Griswold – it all simply annoys me. I don’t mind it overall as long as I know that those people are truly celebrating Christmas as it was meant – to celebrate the birth of our Lord Savior, Jesus Christ to the Virgin Mary.
So – with that said – I still have a Christmas Tree each year, although admittedly, in the first years we were married and had no children, we did not put up a tree. Once we had children, I found a reason to have a Christmas Tree – to be the display case to all the wonderful ornaments my children made and would make in the future. Each ornament says something personal to me and reminds me of how wonderful each year with them has been.
So for this post, I’d like to share my Christmas Tree. Now, while I could show you all the ornaments, I am only going to share those that were made by hand – no store ornaments!
|DC and Squirt circa 2001: this was a photo cut and glued into a plastic can lid – all by DC when he was a little over 2 years old|
|This one shows the mini-painting I showed you before, and another handmade ornament by DC – the popsicle triangle with picture. You can also see another hand and a crocheted snowflake… oddly, out of 8 snowflakes, that is the only one that survived.|
My tree has many more ornaments with even more stories and I’d love to share them all with you. While I know this post would be entirely too long if I did that, just know I can sit on my loveseat and look over at my hodge podge tree and smile. It may not belong in a magazine, but it definitely belongs in my living room.