There were once two Christmas trees.
They look a lot alike, maybe a small difference in color and needle size.
The were stored next to one another on the top shelf in the garage.
Today, Kyle helped me by pulling down Christmas decorations and trees since my usual helper is a tad incapacitated.
Pulling the trees down was the hardest.
“If you can help me get the trees inside, I think I can handle the rest.”
“Oh Mom” he says, “I don’t mind helping with the decorations.”
Especially when there is a little boy involved.
You see, my family has never been in love with putting up Christmas decorations. I tend to agree with them, but this year, we have a toddler in the house and the twinkle in the eye of a little boy is worth all the effort.
As we trudged totes and tree parts down the driveway and up the stairs, through the kitchen and finally landing in the parlor, items were scattered from one wall to the other.
Trees were the first to assemble. A 10′ in the parlor and an 8′ on the front porch.
The pieces seemed to go together smoothly.
The lights were strung, because you know after a few years and many moves, the pre-strung lights no longer work.
I step back to look at our handy work………I tilt my head to left.
Something just doesn’t look right.
“Kyle, something is wrong.”
The left side of the tree looks like it has some extra fluff and the top is leaning like there is no ones business.
Come on!! Really???
We have the 10′ bottom with the 8′ middle and the 10′ top.
Take the lights off.
Move the 8′ tree pieces to the porch and put the 10′ pieces in their rightful place.
What should have taken a couple of hours, took most of the day.
Most of the day with some of my favorite people.
Most of the day making new memories and talking about old ones
Most of the day catching up on life
I finished up the trees after everyone else had gone home.
The parlor tree is complete. Filled with lots of memories of my little kids and now my big kids – little kids.
Jack and I even braved Hobby Lobby today for his “2018” ornament.
We went for a Kitty Cat because that what he told me he wanted (yeah sure) and ended up with a fighter jet.
When the 18 month old grabs the plane and make plane noises while sitting in the cart, you know it’s the one to buy.
As we begin this season of celebration, we as a family who lost a loved one this time last year, struggle with days of happiness and moments of sadness.
We strive to be joyful
Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year isn’t it?
Many struggle with the holidays. Whether it be loneliness, grief, financial struggles, family drama or just plain life.
Remember to smile when you are shoulder to shoulder with people in the stores.
Sing those Christmas Carols loud and proud.
Hug your people and maybe even some that are not your people.
Merry November 26th.
We are still eating thanksgiving leftovers………….