This is probably one of my happiest memories as a child, and the memory I have passed down to my children. Our tree won't win any awards from the fancy decorating magazines, but it is certainly filled with wonderful memories of my children's growing up. The ornaments are everything from cut up paper, to other things they made while in school and church. Everything on there has some special meaning. Its like looking at a testiment to our family when I sit after it is up and look at it. I have a memory to every thing on it. Even the single, last ball orniment left from my husband and I's first Christmas together as a married couple. We bought all our decorations at the dollar store that year, and we went a bit crazy with them.
Even our tree is special, it was given to us by my sister in law a few years back to replace the one we had had forever. The tree, to me, helps to represent the real meaning of this season. The joy of our Lord's birth, and the Blessing of family. The little paper snowflake orniments are more precious to me than anything made of gold. The ornaments of strung beads made for us by my now passed mother in law are equally precious, and each of the children will get a couple of those. My tree, when it is up, has been 'touched' by everyone in our family still with us or already gone from this world. It makes me smile. Who needs to win a Better Homes and Garden's prize when your tree can do that for you?
