Many times I've dreamnt of having an impeccably decorated Christmas tree...Then inevitably I remember that the joy of Christmas is truly through the experience of my children. When I was a child I was in charge of decorating the tree, I would stand back and point my tiny finger and force every person in the house to hang up "their" ornaments, where I thought they should go of course. The joy of decorating a tree was one of my favorite parts of the entire holiday season, and it still is today. That is why every year, when I feel the pang of perfection to take over and make it a decorators dream tree I stop and remind myself that I am responsible for creating someone else's magical holiday memories. With that In mind, I hand the box of ornaments over to the boys and sit back and watch as my tree becomes a child's masterpiece. It will not be long before I am begging them to help me decorate the tree, and I suppose the will have to set their teenage angst aside to help me. But that time is not here yet. so until then my trees will be overly ornamented, the loaded branches sagging under the weight of shiny balls, hand made ornaments and tin foil stars. It may not look as fancy but that's not what it's really about anyways.
here she is in all her glory
my proud elves
I am thankful every day that I have such amazing little boys to remind me what real happiness and perfection looks like.