Prior to becoming a Momma, I had a gorgeous Christmas tree, right out of the pages of Better Homes & Gardens.
Well, not really, but it could have been. Please take note that everything on the tree is blue, white, or silver, Dear Reader. It was a huge, stunning monster of a tree. The tree took up half of my living room, and the rest of the room was dripping with blue, white, and silver decorations. I even found blue dyed poinsettias one year. (Please ignore the coat-laden vacuum in the middle of the room. I must have been expecting company.)
But then, Joe moved in and thought that his ornaments should get make it onto the tree. They were neither blue, white, nor silver. In fact, they had no theme whatsoever. Most had been given to him by his parents for Christmas throughout his childhood. Some were nice, some were downright hideous, and I could not hide my disdain for any of them. (Did I mention that I was pregnant during this time? I was incapable of controlling my emotions and my tongue. I was not a kind, cheerful pregnant woman.)
In fact, I protested “our” tree by refusing to put any of my ornaments on it.
When Grace was born, Joe and I decided that we’d continue his parents’ tradition by giving her an ornament or two (or twelve) each year for Christmas. This year, she’s getting an Elmo ornament and whatever else I find. I’d like to get her a dog ornament and a Barney ornament, since she’s obsessed with both of those right now.
I’m growing ever more tolerant of the
ugly mismatched memory-laden tree.
When we pulled the Christmas decorations out of the basement this past weekend, Joe asked if we should put up my big tree or our little tree. We can’t really afford to lose half of our
toy store living room to a Christmas tree, so we opted for the little one. It sits on top of the toy chest, effectively taking up zero square feet of floor space.
As soon as she saw the tree, Grace wanted to help with the decorating. Rather than putting the lights onto the tree, however, she pulled the lights off of the tree.
And then we realized that a lot of the bulbs were burned out, and we couldn’t find any replacements, so we did what anyone would do. We went to Lowe’s and bought new lights. We’d talked about looking for LED lights in the after-Christmas sales anyway, since they’re greener and generally nicer, so we went ahead and bought them now instead.
The new lights are gorgeous. I totally recommend LED lights if you’re in the market for new Christmas lights. We even found ones that are little balls instead of the normal little cylinders. Grace likes them, too.
Happily submitted to Works for Me Wednesdays
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