I think the favorite part of the holidays for our family is decorating the tree (okay, second favorite part for two of us). Our tree doesn't have any plain ball ornaments on it because there isn't any room - and because our tree is one of those that you drag out of the garage every year, it's not getting any bigger.
Opening the ornament box is like opening a time capsule every year. Every ornament tells a story and brings back a flood of memories.
(Note the foster kitten at the bottom about to pounce on a present)
Like the elf "me" that I would put on the tree every year as a kid. My mom found it and sent it to me a couple of years ago and to me, it's one of the best things on the tree.
And no tree is complete without a black Santa. This is one of J's favorites.
What mom can resist preschool homemade ornaments?
Or the ornament we got at the Tower of London one year.
I always thought this was Frosty the Snowman, but I've been told recently that it is actually Santa Claus. Who knew?
This one is from the first Christmas that DH and I were living together.
And this one is from J's first Christmas. Every year, Santa brings them an ornament of something that they are into that year. Telletubbies ruled in 1997.
Dr. Seuss. Enough said.
Mom got this because it bore a striking resemblance to my dreadlocked DH at the time.
If I don't see you, have a lovely holiday, whatever your flavor.
On this date: In 1949, two-thirds of the Bee Gees were born.