It took too many days but the tree is decorated. And it is still very thirsty. I'm a little worried that by the end of next week there may not be a needle left on it. You just sneeze nearby the darn thing and you can hear needles falling. Its actually much prettier lit up, but the camera didn't seem to want to catch the lights and I don't have the patience to mess with all the camera settings.
My tree looks almost the same every year. It is a family/memory tree. Its not trendy, or themey, or going to grace the cover of any decorating magazine. But it is filled with decades of memories which we relive each year as we hang the ornaments - many passed down from my grandparents. Each year another one or two get broken or simply crumble from old age.
Here are a couple of my favorites.
This Santa was from an original set of 6 purchased by my grandfather about 50 years ago. He was a big burly man - except at Christmas - when he morphed into a little child. He loved all things Christmas. There are still 3 remaining ( but most of the white paint is long gone) and we always think of him and share a story as we find a perfect branch for Santa.
This little bell was a favorite of Grandma. There is a little clapper inside, so it jingles. It reminds me of my favorite movie "Its a Wonderful Life". And yes, I do say the famous line every year when I hang it.
My cold is a little better. It slowed me down but didn't knock me out. But on a positive note - I only have 1 more day of work and then 2 weeks vacation! Eeeeeeeeee, I can handly contain myself!