First of all, my tree is fake. And it's not even a good fake one. There are bare spots everywhere. But, hey, it's pre-lit, so that's one less thing I have to do. That cloud has a silver lining and all that. This tree was purchased on clearance at Proffitt's department store my second year of college for next to nothing, and it totally reflects both its age and its price. I pushed for a real tree this year, but Brandon nearly laughed in my face over that one. Seems he's not into the needles and all that, and he also made a good point---no matter how pretty the tree is, it's still going to look pretty bad due to our ornament assortment and all those grabby little toddler hands pummeling it daily. In the end, I agreed. And this is what we've got:
Our ornaments aren't matchy-matchy like some people's gorgeously-coordinated trees. It's a complete mish-mash of ornaments collected over the years. Here's the break-down.
We've got personal interest ornaments. Those are obviously my British ornaments (only a slight obsession acquired during my multiple trips!), and that's Julia's ballet ornament, which was mine when I was little.
And Brandon's personal interest? I always tell the girls to hide this as best they can, but for some reason the sheer yellow-ness of it makes it always visible.
We have handmade kids' ornaments. Glitter and painted pottery are favorites around here.
We have the traditional "first" ornaments. Our first Christmas together (when we looked like babies ourselves), the girls' first Christmas as babies...and, shame on us, Sawyer doesn't have one yet, but not for lack of looking.
And then there are tacky Walmart shatterproof ornaments. These, along with the shatterproof balls, are disappearing slowly. We don't know where they go, but each year we mysteriously have less and less. Must be an ornament ogre out there, just like the sock thief that lives in the dryer.
Our stockings are hung by the chimney with care...and with those quick-release plastic hooks. Obsessively safety-conscious mommy won't allow nails. They're the old-school cheap stockings with our names school glued and glittered on them. I love it. When I was growing up, my parents had fancy stockings for us, and I always wanted the ones with names like I saw on TV. My kids have known no other kind.
Our kitchen decorations now consist of this cookie jar from my childhood:
And these are my Sarah, Plain and Tall houses. They have been my Christmas decoration pride and joy since 1994. What do they have to do with Christmas? Well, they're all decorated for the holidays, of course! (And they've done a much better job than I've done on my house.) My aunt gave me these when I was eleven and I loved the book and movie. Now my girls love them, if only to use as props in their princess figure playtime.
So, now that you've been on a tour of my random decorations, let me say that I do realize that I have no theme and none of them coordinate at all. But you know what? I love them. There is not a single decoration here that doesn't hold some memory or another. Whether things were made by hand, bought to commemorate an occasion, or given to us by our friends, we love each and every thing that we carefully place (and in my kids' case, place again and again) on our tree and in our house. It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas over here, and we're all super-excited.
Merry Christmas to you and yours. I hope your traditions mean the world to you like they do to us.
How do you decorate? And how do you celebrate? I'd love to hear all about your family's quirkiness!