This morning we prepared for Christmas by celebrating the Hanging of the Ornaments.
If you capitalize it, it makes it feel more festive and event-like.
I had already spent quite a bit of time on the tree what with the pulling it out of the box, fluffing the branches, and stringing extra lights so I was going to let the boys do it
because sometimes I have control issues about where things need to go but in the end decided to join them and I’m so glad I did.
We had such a trip down memory lane as we unwrapped our treasures. We talked about places we’d been:
We talked about the early beginnings of our family:
We talked about Christmas long, long ago:
We laughed over my absolute favorite ornament of all:
And the boys may have seen their mom shed a tear or two when we got to the special box that holds the most precious ornaments we have:
Our Christmas tree may not be the biggest one the block or smell the freshest or have the most lights. You certainly won’t be seeing it in the pages of Southern Living anytime soon, and yet, it’s absolutely perfect. It tells the story of us with dozens of touchstones, reminders of happiness and blessing.
Oh, Christmas tree, how lovely are thy branches.
Have a nice day.