I've been putting up Christmas decorations in brief bits of time this week (it's been a pretty crazy week around here), but we haven't got the tree up yet. This is not OK in my book. I agree you should wait until after Thanksgiving, but I want the tree up the day after. Of all stupid things, the Christmas tree lot near our house doesn't open until tomorrow. So I've spent the week grumbling under my breath about how people in Maryland don't understand how things work.
Anyhow, favorite childhood memory encompasses a lot, but since it's Christmas tree season, I'm going with decorating the tree.
First, set the mood: one decorates the Christmas tree with The Nutcracker playing in the background. That's the way it's supposed to be done, folks. Link here in case you'd like to listen to it now.
Then, the most spatially adept person puts on the lights. Sadly, in my family, that's me. But, growing up, it was my dad.
they be pitched.
To punish that person for suggesting such an atrocity, those ornaments would hang front and center for everyone to see.
Clearly, we didn't go in for themed, trendy tree decor. Unless the theme was old family favorites.
But in addition to those favorites, there were the felt Disney characters my grandmother made, the wooden ones my parents painted their first Christmas together, the unbelievable multitude of
engraved brass ornaments my great aunt sent each of us every Christmas and countless, and countless, countless others. They never all make it on to the tree.
If you planned in advance, which I often forgot to do, you took a really good ornament and hung it on the tree in a kind of hidden area to prepare for the post-decorating game.
Because when it was all done, it was time to play the find-the-ornament game.
"Who can find the hippo with the tennis racket?"If you were clever enough to have placed some of your ornaments carefully, you could really challenge your family members. And in my family of origin, challenging the other members is always a goal.
"How about the dog in the blue overalls?"
|Not to hard to spot that photo of my brother, but how about the white stag, the baby carriage, the shiny red Santa, or the dog in blue overalls?|
Last Thanksgiving, we were visiting my parents at their home. Since we didn't have a home of our own at that time, my mother suggested we help decorate the tree at their house. It made me teary to see all those old ornaments and remember all those fun times. I took the pictures in this post and sent them to my siblings with the caption, "Old friends."
But the most fun was this:
Linking up with the FTSF ladies, Janine, Kristi, Stephanie and Kate.