I can't take it down! I love my Christmas tree so much. It's not so much the tree itself, it's everything about it. The first Christmas Chris and I were together, I was so amazed at his mother's Christmas tree. Her tree wasn't the type you would see in a decorators catalog. It wasn't covered in sparkling silver and gold. The ornaments weren't all the same with matching garland. No, his mother's tree was covered in memories. I loved hearing them talk about all the places they got each ornament. There were ornaments his siblings had made in elementary school. There was the silly stuffed pink elephant everybody wanted to be the first to put on the tree. Each ornament had a story. I wanted my tree to be like that.
The first year Chris and I were married, we were soooo poor. We couldn't afford any ornaments, so I made them. I got old Christmas fabric, sewed them in squares, and stuffed them with potpourri. That began our ornament collection. The next year, we had our first child. I made ornaments impressed with his foot and hand prints out of molding compound. In the years after, we created the tradition of giving each child an ornament for Christmas. We picked it out and gave it as a gift. Sometimes it may be a cartoon character they really like or a sport they have really enjoyed that year. Over the years our collection has grown. When we moved to Blanding, we discovered that our local pharmacy has the best ornaments, so we buy several from them each year. When we travel, I always buy an ornament. Most tourist shops sell ornaments throughout the entire year. A few years ago Chris started giving me several ornaments each year for Christmas. It makes me feel so good knowing that he cares about me enough to take the time to pick ornaments out he thinks I would like. Now after all these years, OUR tree is full of memories. When we decorate the tree we reminisce about the trips we took or Christmases past.
A few years ago I bought a pre-lit tree, and it is beautiful. I love my tree. I don't think I'll take it down for a few weeks. These pictures don't even show half the beauty of my tree, but enjoy anyway!
6 comments:
I too am a blog hopper on occasion and I stumbled onto yours. We do miss Blanding people. I got attached to Calvin in kindergarten, he's a cutie. Hope all is well in Blanding. Texas is a different world. Everyone is fitting in really well down here. The boys are doing excellent in school. I am a cub scout leader and a room mom in their classrooms. We get home sick but I think we'll make it.
Heather Howell
I love your tree! My tree is like that, too. Right now there are so many ornaments on it, it is going to take forever to take it down. I will have to tell you someday about the time our tree didn't even last till Christmas.
Sarah, I love a "hodge podge" tree, as I call them, as well. I have a nicer one upstairs but can't do without the hodge podge downstairs. Thanks so much for the wonderful lotion. I love the smell (Derek says it reminds him of getting a massage) and the feel. Looks like you guys had a fun Christmas.
Thanks for the comment, it's always fun to see who's reading your blog. I've only been doing it a few months now, but I LOVE it. You have the cutest pictures posted and your tree is gorgeous. Mine too is full of memories, but I took it down yesterday, it was time!
Sarah, I am blown away by your blog. I sat here and read it out loud to Janna...we caught up with all your past blogs, too, because I hadn't visited for awhile. We are both of the opinion that you are a VERY, and I mean VERY talented writer, photographer, and page designer. Your writing is so expressive and lively...and flows so well. You made us laugh, tear up...in fact, pretty much run the whole gamut of emotions. Thanks for being the awesome person you are, and PLEASE never quit blogging!
Here here! I love my tree too (and yours). I totally get it.
I had mine up before Thanksgiving and just got it taken down on Jan. 6th. It's tough saying goodbye to the Christmas cheer and hello to blah blah winter.
You are a great blogger! I agree with my Mom. You're a delight to read.
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