Oh, Christmas Tree

My sister and I have always decorated the Christmas tree together. Its a tradition, like sleeping by the Christmas tree once Christmas break started or racing to move the mouse on our advent calendar every morning. The biggy was to move the mouse on the 24th. Whoever moved the mouse on the 24th was the winner. I remember my Mom once tried to make the other days just as special. She would stick Bible verses and candies in them. But, the 24th reigned the supreme prize no matter how my Mom tried to equalize the days. It was the last day on the calendar, the last move. There were no more moves for an entire year. To make the last move meant you were the winner for an entire year. It was great.

Christmas was great; chopping down a tree with my family, digging out boxes of Christmas decorations, and hanging ornaments while bickering with my sister about which ornament belonged to which of us. Last year we divided up the ornaments one last time. My Mom sent mine with me to Oregon and my sister's with her to Texas. My sister called today to let me know she had hung her ornaments. It was a little sad to think about. I left mine in their box this year and instead hung handmade snowflakes and strands of cranberries (see picture at top). It's a simple tree, but pretty and festive.

This will be my first Christmas away from my family, so I'm feeling a bit nostalgic. I have a feeling I'll sleep by our Christmas tree at some point this December and I might even buy an advent calendar (the cardboard type with chocolate). We'll see.