I love the lights, the baubles, the glitter.
I don’t know many other people who look forward to pulling everything out of closets and drawers and spending hours gussying up the house. But I love it. It’s like the fun of shopping, the benefits of therapy and the thrill of exploration all rolled into one. Ignore the aching feet.
I love rediscovering all the stuff we’ve accumulated over the years. They’re reminders of our travels and all of the big events in our lives. Wherever I go I try to pick up at least one or two tree ornaments that speak of that particular locale. The shimmering glass ball above is from the Museum of Glass in Tacoma, Washington.
Guess where this one’s from.
Points if you said New Orleans!
But what I love most is the trip down memory lane. We’ve documented our family history on our christmas trees. What family with kids doesn’t have tiny pictures of them at various ages dotted all over the tree?
This is one of my favorites.
But we were collecting ornaments way before Zach came along. The oldest one we have is cracked and ancient and sort of corny.
But I love it, because it was our first Christmas– and the start of a wonderful life together.