
I’m not big on Christmas decorations…yep, call me scrooge. Frankly, the extra clutter makes me batty…but we have a few traditions that I try to adhere to. We always get our tree the Saturday after Thanksgiving. Our ornaments are all from the trees we had as kids, with those added that our own kids have made, the wonderful painted egg ornaments that hubby’s mom does and pretty gifts that have been given to us in more recent years. I have these visions of the whole family gathering ’round, a fire burning in the hearth, humming Christmas carols as we adorn the tree. Screeeeeeech. Reality. We can’t find the lights…after a frantic search, we find them, wind them round and round, only to discover that half of them don’t work. The tv is on and it’s something loud and annoying like Monster Garage…hubby is in a chair in some sort of tv induced coma…the kids are digging and raking through the breakable ornaments like it’s the leggo bin. Then someone declares the tree too short. Another declares it too lopsided. All of the ornaments are hung at the verrrrry tip of the weakest branch (yes, usually all on one branch) at the bottom of the tree. Plop, plop…that’s the sound of them as they drop off one by one. Then guess who…yep, mom…gets to decorate the tree alone as the kids scatter and dad starts to snore. Ergh.

I’ve been doing the mantle the same way for years. Certainly nothing fancy about it. A garland, the old colored lights of my youth, a jar of antique glass ornaments and a collection of antique santas (although the tall one is a “fake” antique). And of course our motley assortment of stockings.

I also do this antique ornament tree on the dining room table (at Easter I decorate it with eggs). I found this wooden contraption in the basement of this house when we moved in. The ornaments were my grandmothers. Sadly, each year when I pull them out, another has usually shattered…but I love the ones I have and would have to declare this my favorite of all the Christmas decorations. By the way, this photo does no justice.

The manger scene was ours growing up (my families). I used to stare in awe at the figures, and move them around like little dollhouse people when no one was looking. Now that’s miss sassy pants job. It isn’t fancy or expensive but it’s ours and we love it.
Window candle lights are one of hubbys family traditions. He grew up in the great white north (New Hampshire) where ALL the houses have these. I do love them, but I have a window right by my side of the bed, so for the month of December I feel like I’m sleeping under a streetlamp.
Finally, hubby always makes a giant wreath from the limbs that were discarded from the tree, and I add a few greenery swags and garlands here and there. It’s sounding like I’m all over the Christmas decorating and maybe I am and didn’t realize it had happened. Maybe I’ve turned over a new leaf!
But the DAY after Christmas scrooge goes into hyper drive and it all disapears as quickly as the holiday season…the tree and the withered poinsettias will be ON THE CURB. For today, we’ll sit by the roaring fire with a cup of hot chocolate (in my dreams) and bask in the holiday glow.

















































