I have to admit that I scoff at putting up a tree for Christmas. I know it is most un-holiday like of me but I still feel that way every year, that is until it is up. Last night we put up our tree with two grumbling boys that would rather be doing there own thing. But as we put up the ornaments it became a trip down memory lane.
The first ornament to go on the tree is the oldest one we have. It comes from my husbands grandparents. It is so fragile I only let him handle it.
I love the ornaments that remind me of the special stages of my kids lives. My youngest was in love with Laa-Laa the Teletubby. He was even dressed as her for Halloween one year. She was his best friend for years and was like another family member of ours.
As you know my oldest son swims and so this is a special ornament. When he is older an puts it on his own tree it will be a reminder of a sport that he excelled at and that was such a big part of his life.
The most precious ornaments are those that my boys have made. Here is my oldest in kindergarten. A cupcake paper, a picture and glitter how simple but it means so much.
My youngest in his kindergarten ornament in his favorite Packer outfit and stickers of all of the things he liked, which were apparently trucks.
This ornament was in my fathers family. It was the first one we put on the tree when I was young. I keep it in a special china cabinet as it was damaged when I inherited it, and it has never hung on my own tree. It is so special thinking of all the Christmas' it has seen. All the past family members that have celebrated around the tree where this was hanging. Christmas is a wonderful season and I will take my old, worn out ornaments any day to a fancy theme tree will all the flash and glitz of modern life.