I always admire the beautifully decorated trees that you see in stores this time of year. You know, the ones that stop you in your tracks–that have color schemes or creative themes.
While I admire these gorgeous, artistic works of art I still prefer our homespun, memory filled, Charlie Brownesque tree. I love our tree because it has meaning. Our tree is filled with a stories and memories captured in the many ornaments that gingerly hang from its branches.
Each December, the kids and I love rooting through our ornament boxes looking for our favorites. We jockey for the prime branches to proudly display the ones that hold a special place in our hearts.
For example, the ornament pictured below, that my husband likes to call “The Grim Reaper,” is one I made with my dear friend and roommate when I lived in San Francisco, Kathy. We spent an afternoon crafting these adorable old-fashioned Santas.
This next ornament was the ornament I got for my son’s first Christmas. On the bottom I wrote with a Sharpie “And Baby Makes 3, December 1997.”
Here is one example of some very special ornaments that hang on our tree. My mother-in-law, who sadly passed away too soon, painted an ornament each year for my kids. Unfortunately, my twins who are almost 10, only have one.
And of course our tree is filled with ornaments made by the kids (which tend to drag down the branches which try to hold them). We have salt dough ornaments, ornaments made from those Oriental Trading Co. kits and glass balls full of glitter.
However, the one thing that gives our tree some semblance of being “pulled together” are the dozens of hand-crocheted snowflakes made by my soon to be 91 year old grandmother.
Yes, our tree is full of love and amazing memories and each year it grows. What ornaments on your tree bring back special memories?