It’s funny how each year our Christmas trees reflected that particular time in our lives.
Way back when our kids were all living under our roof, they would call our Christmas tree the “chubba blubba” tree because Dad always somehow brought home the fattest tree he could find. To add to the comedy, we always made sure that every single branch of our cherished chubba blubber was adequately adorned with its fair share of trinkets from our motley collection we had somehow amassed over the years. These trees did reflect who we were – we were chaotic, we were spontaneous, we were impulsive.
And each year, we loved our chaotic, spontaneous, impulsive tree!
After the kids left home, as our home life settled down, so did our trees. They became more “demure”, definitely more sedate, reserved…quieter; sometimes, even, they were themed – Victorian or Folk, one year it was French country. No longer hodge-podged.
And still, we loved those demure, sedated trees.
It’s a very different Christmas this year. And…it’s a very different Christmas tree this year. But, again, our tree clearly defines the spirit of our home, our life. This year maybe more than ever before.
This year, we’ve adorned our tiny tree, not with the usual shimmering ornaments, but rather with photos…pictures of our most precious gifts – our four children, […]