This is the first year we’ve had a real tree. Its something we looked forward to “splurging” on ever since we got married. Lucy was cold and stayed in the car most of the time. Jack wandered about like the little lost boy he is. And Todd and I took an embrassingly long time deciding which tree to make “our first”. It was magical and my house smells like pine and Christmas.
My mom always put the lights on the tree. I can hear her cussing all the pine needles now.I can tell you about the majority of ornaments that hung on my childhood tree. I can tell you in exact order of music we would listen to while decorating it. I can tell you how the living room lit up all of December, and about the wrapped presents in my moms closet instead of under the tree. She didn’t want visitors to see. Christmas trees are love. I hope my children, like me have the warmest memories under their glow.