I debated about posting about our main Christmas tree this year as some of you have already heard its story. The tree now basically looks the same year after year with just a couple of new ornaments added. But, after five Christmases of blogging; I decided that the Christmas tree post has become part of the tradition.
This is how the tradition started -- our first tree in our small apartment in 1958. We were poor newly-wed college students and paid a couple of dollars for the live tree plus we bought one red ball to paint the year on. Those red puffs were some net I had, and we strung some popcorn as garland.
This is what the tree has grown into today.
This is our 55th Christmas as a family -- consequently there are now 55 red balls on the tree, each with the year painted on. Some of the years have run together in our minds, but the years of new babies, new houses, or memorable trips are refreshed memories as we hang the balls on the tree each year.
It's seems that everything on the tree has a story -- part of the tradition! This is one of the Barfy twins. Yes, there are two of these elves -- one for each hand of a sick 2-year-old on a VERY rough airplane ride. I'll spare you further details; but, the Barfy boys have been frolicking on our Christmas tree for 42 years now.
The popcorn garland has always been the domain of Bob, the kids, and the grand kids. I'm the seamstress of the family, but I don't sew popcorn! Some years we save the popcorn from the previous year by storing it in the freezer. This year was time for all new popcorn. Even the grand kids are getting too busy, and no one was around to help Bob this year. He sat for three days stringing popcorn while watching the History channel!!!
There are a lot of Hallmark ornaments on the tree. Who would have thought when I bought the first of the series on Nostalgic Houses and Shops 28 years ago, that Hallmark would STILL be enticing me to add to the series each year. So, O.K. Mr. Hall, enough, already -- can we stop the series now, so our complete set of houses and shops will be finished and worth a million dollars? Then I can stop thinking about (and participating in) the commercialism of Christmas?
There are so many other ornaments with stories on the tree - handmade gifts from talented friends; reminders from trips; and memories from family.
I must save some of those stories for a Christmas tree post next year.