I was listening to Christmas music today as I decorated our Christmas tree. First, I must chortle once again about the "State of Our Christmas Tree". It's a fake tree. Some years we do real trees, some years fake. This year is Fake Tree year. I hauled the fake tree out of the hayloft, hosed it down, and assembled it.
There are a few (Several? Quite a few?) branches missing.
Whatever. I have made do with that which I have on hand. It looks tremendous in my eyes. I love that each ornament has some sentimental meaning to my family. Case in point:
The Christmas Cow.
Now, who couldn't love a 2nd Grader's Christmas Cow? I have carefully kept this ornament, all 12" of it, for years and years. I haven't decided if or when I shall surrender these ornaments to the original artists, our three kids. They bring back memories of rocking babies, reading bedtime books, listening to funny stories. Explaining why a toy brought from Santa said "Made in China" on it instead of "Made by Elves". (I kid you not. Thank you, little miss Gillian.)
Our tree is not a show piece of Lenox china or matching ornaments and ribbons and bows. Ours is a masterpiece of years of fun and family.
Please enjoy today's Christmas Carol:
Ain't That A-Rockin