The next couple years I made it my goal to get more ornaments. If it was on sale after Christmas I snatched it up. If there was 100 in the box I was even faster putting it in the basket. Everything was unbreakable; first there was the dog, then kids. The tree was always pretty but I thought it was lacking something.
Over the years, I've figured out what that something is. First, I thought it missing a theme. You see the beautiful trees in the magazines all decked out with lights, ornaments, bows and ribbons all one color. Or the ones with all one style of decorations; Western was always popular around here. I remember one year telling the family our tree would have only red and white decorations. It sounded good. But when I opened my box of ornaments I saw the truth.
|A bell? A manger? I don't remember but it was made by a very young Matthew.|
And I realized every ornament on my tree told a bit of our story. What our tree was missing at first was life. Today it is filled with our past and present; dreams of children; places we've travelled; and we're reminded of special people who gave us unique ornaments. Why don't you join me as I decorate the tree this year?
|Riding the trolley in San Francisco...just like in the movies.|
|It's Santa on a seashell! From my sister at the beach|
in very patriotic NC!
|Yep, our tree may not be pictured on the cover of a magazine but it sure is beautiful!|
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