1. If we were a family of drinkers, I could understand this tree. Clearly, the kids decorated it. I love the bucket underneath.
This post is for anyone stressing out over their house not being perfect for the holidays. Here’s what I know:
- I don’t ever remember thinking about what our tree looked like when I was very little, except that I liked to sit and watch the colored lights and play with the wise men and Jesus.
- I do remember our family being together around the table, talking for hours, and all the great food we ate with aunts, uncles and cousins dropping by almost constantly.
- As I got older, I wondered why people chuckled when they came and looked at our trees.
- Now that I’m looking at these photos, I think I know.
- Did it matter? Absolutely not. If I had to choose between my loving family, or great decor, I’d take family in a nanosecond.
2. I remember this as my best childhood Christmas. My sister and I got large walking dolls. My brothers got a basketball hoop. Didn’t remember the tree until this photo.
3. My cousin, Nancy and I sitting under one of our better trees.
4. We must have decided to make up in size what we lacked in decorating prowess.
5. And the trees kept getting larger. But the jaunty popcorn string is really slimming, don’t you think?
