I love Christmas. LOVE is an understatement really. I start counting down the months the day after, and then sometime close to the beginning of the school year I begin counting the weeks... after Halloween means marking down the days. I live for December. I had initially planned on putting the Christmas trees up the day after Thanksgiving. That didn't exactly happen. I did manage to get it up early last week however. We have FOUR trees, not counting the 5th one I gave away to my Dad because OMG5TREESTODECORATE. The largest one has all of our full sized ornaments and all of my Grandparents ornaments as well. Some have survived the 50 plus years, some sadly have not. The medium sized one has all of my Mammaw's little ornaments on it. My Mom bought it for her the year (year before?) she died as she couldn't handle waiting for my Grandfather to drag the large tree out of storage less than a week before Christmas. The smaller tree was the initial tree my mom had bought her, but has all of my first ornaments from when I first moved out of the house. All wee little ornaments in purples, greens and blue. I also have about 5,000 feet of tinsel shoved into all three trees. The 4th tree downstairs in our little "basement apartment" has all the little handmade ornaments the kids have made at school. Luckily, this year I had a little help. We may not be all hip with the REAL "elf on the shelf" but, the kids totally bought that my yard gnome ornament was one of Santa's little helpers. He strung the wood bead garland. I told him we wouldn't have enough, but does he EVER listen?
This is my favorite ornament. It's not even mine. This was my Grandparent's first ornament as a married couple. The gold flaking has faded over time, and the snowmen on the opposite side look like zombie snowmen, but it still holds dear to my heart. I would repaint it, but that would mean painting over the inscription on the bottom that reads "First Ornament 1953" in my Grandmother's handwriting. She passed away 3 years ago they day before Christmas Eve. I was 8 months pregnant and couldn't bring myself to go be with her as she went. I know that she knew I couldn't physically and mentally handle her leaving us. It was too much for my hormones to handle, and I was here with my babies (one inside of me, one out) celebrating Christmas with my In-laws. I don't think they'll ever know how much it meant to me for us to all be there celebrating Christmas, her favorite holiday.
I am sharing my holiday home decor and cleaning tips for the chance to win prizes from The SITS Girls and Great Cleaners.