I love Christmas - I know there are probably some people that don't for one reason or another...but I am just a big kid when it comes to putting up decorations and looking at Christmas lights. I am a sucker for Christmas traditions and for sharing stories of "Remember Whens" of Christmases past. I also love when you catch yourself making a memory that you know will be a "Remember When" the following year. :)
All that being said, I wanted to start some Christmas posts and share some of the ornaments that hang on my tree. These are some of my favorites and MOST of them have a story connected to them.
I thought she was crazy until the Christmas my mother insisted that we put all white lights on the tree. I LOVE tacky Christmas decorations. I love lots and lots of color. I'm not into the whole ribbons thing - give me colorful, sparkling garland. I don't like pearls on trees or one color of ornaments. Now - if you decorate that way, please don't be offended. If you like it then it is perfect for your house. I would probably think it looks beautiful, too, because it fits in with your decor.
The year my mother decided to put beads, ribbons and white lights on our Christmas tree, I protested. I refused to help her decorate and I stuck this ET ornament front and center on her otherwise white and maroon tree. She made sure that I took it with me when I moved out and I make sure she sees it front and center on my tree EVERY year!
This ornament doesn't have a GREAT story behind it, but I LOVE the ornament. Funny thing is, I almost threw it away! It was attached to a gift bag I got from one of my students when I taught Kindergarten. I didn't see it attached to the bag and I almost pitched it...I'm so glad I didn't because I've never seen anything like it anywhere.
My great grandmother bought me an entire set of these. There were 12 and this is the only one left. When I was little, we would drive to the mall on Saturdays. On the way to the mall was a Pool City and once they got their Christmas stuff out, we would always stop to look. I don't know why - probably because I was a lot like my daughter and like all things pink, but I wanted these ornaments and she bought them for me. This is the last one left. All the other ones have broken. I should probably put it away or something so this one doesn't break, too...but I like looking at it and thinking of my Gram. It's one of those "Remember Whens".