Normally – Christmas music will start playing just as soon as the Thanksgiving turkey is picked over and in the fridge.
But this year the girls caved early and started listening the week of Thanksgiving!
And the Christmas tree goes up – by the first of December – if not before.
I will admit that our Christmas tree will never grace the cover of a home and garden magazine, nor would a passing stranger admire it’s beauty.
But that doesn’t matter to me.
Why? Because our tree is decorated with memories. Each and every ornament has a story. Each one is an old friend.
There are ornaments from college friends, former students, and coworkers. There is one “First Christmas Together” ornament along with five “Baby’s First Christmas” ornaments.
Then there are the handmade ones, the art projects created by my children, the heirloom ornaments designed by our parents and Jan’s Grandma Moen’s tatted snowflakes and bells.
It’s not just a part of the Christmas decor – it is a document of our family history.
Just like everything else in our Christmas – it’s not about being picture perfect – it’s about making memories that tie us together as a family.
And that makes it a thing of beauty to me.