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I have classy friends. And often when I visit their homes during the holidays, they explain the themes of their Christmas trees. “Angels we’ve collected on our travels.” “Everything in purple.” “Antique snowmen.” “The children’s tree has unbreakable ornaments, while the tree in the front room shimmers in Waterford crystal snowflakes.”
Sigh.
Our tree is done in Woodworth. From the lighted Tinkerbell topper (thanks, Sharon!) down to the lovely hand-made tree skirt (thanks, Jean!) – our tree is just us. Sunday School crafts. Sciene Fair and volleyball ribbons. Pictures. Classroom gifts. Sparkly package decorations. A small stocking my grandmother made me.
Hannah, Lois and Rachel are tall enough now that Tinkerbell barely peeks over.
I asked the girls what they liked best on the tree this year. The answers were as different as they are. When Julia came home in 2006, we hurriedly and heavily salted the tree with her crafts and photos. I with I had toddler pictures of her with Santa – but at least, thanks to Irena (see below) – we do have some earlier pictures of her now.
We were off to the River Walk tonight, where we stopped in front of this school-themed tree…..
….before scarfing up flavored ice. Julia warned me, “Mom, don’t eat the yellow snow.” Spoken like a true native of St. Pete.
We circled a gorgeous tree during our boat ride. Downtown San Antonio is just beautiful at Christmas. You walk right by the Alamo to get to the River Walk, which leads into the mall. Which leads to the debit card being whipped out way too often.
A Christmas tree seemed to be the only thing missing from inside Rachel’s purse as she emptied it at Starbucks, in search of the perfect lip gloss. Two full-sized colognes, a smaller cologne, a full-sized water bottle, wallet, make-up bag, copy of “Twilight,” Zen mp3 player, Blackberry…..what, no garland? No tinsel? She is turning into my sister Judy, who basically lugs a small suitcase as her purse. Great arm strengthener, I guess….
We’ve seen plenty of lovely trees this season, but none for which I’d trade ours. Because while it may not be a work of art, it’s a work of the heart. And it’s already got plenty of prize ribbons.
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