Ill Be Home for Christmas

… if only in my dreams.

Every year I decorate the same way. Tree goes up a week before (a little late this year). The first to go on are my mom’s old and tattered and lovingly repaired ornaments. I don’t know where or when see got them, but she seemed to like them above all others. There are crocheted wreaths and pompom santas and wire-limbed drummer boys. They are the first brigade.

The second bunch to go up are the ornaments our children have mad or given us over the years, as well as those that were given to them.

The last to go are the ornaments that mean something to me and John and that I’ve collected over the years.

Like that snow? I got no idea how that keeps happening, lol.