As our first Christmas in our new house, for the first time in many, many years, we had a tree. Last year my mother gave me many ornaments that were given to me by her, old friends, my grandmothers and aunts, ornaments I'd made as a kid. It was pretty emotional opening up the last one my Nana gave to me in 1991, before she died in 1992. We also got to hang ornaments our kids have made, and others that have been given to me in the last few years. Needless to say, the tree is pretty crowded. The only ornaments that didn't get hung were the glass ones I bought at Woolworth's in Boston for my first and only non-home Christmas tree in 1995.This one is from 1981. Even though the hanger is broken, I found a way to make a new one for the tree. We still need that kind of magic, that innocence. I still think it's weird that this ornament is 30 years old.
As for the outside of the house, that was kind of a fail. We put the lights up around our lamp-post, and that was about all we could follow through with. There's always next year.
We also did the Elf on the Shelf this year. What a pain that was, and I/we didn't even really get creative with Elfie doing stuff during the night--we were lucky to remember to move him most of the time. We got busted one night when I crashed out early and husband forgot to move him. I delivered some lame excuses: "Maybe there was a lot of traffic," and "I think he liked that spot." On the 23rd I put him on top of our dusty, half-assembled, long-unused hookah. (It was a wedding gift.) Kind of fitting, and it's a nice seat for Elfie. I've been resisting the last couple of years, but #1 Son begged me for one--which is funny because he's on the verge of not believing in Santa. There are a few blogs that extol the fun and naughty things your elf can do (why make more work for yourself?), but I'm with Jen from People I Want to Punch in the Throat, who brilliantly derides the over-achieving elf-mommies.
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