|HERE IT IS!!|
So as you can see, we did real, delicious-smelling trees. While they did sit on top of our kitchen armoire (a Brooklyn street find, homies), they were pretty tall, and we did lights, ornaments, and garlands. These items were all stored under my bed, and when I moved, all the Christmas decorations (for the most part) came with me, and started living under my bed at my parents house.
Now my mother, bless her heart, is one of those people who likes to put the tree up RIGHT BEFORE Christmas, and then leave it up for some time after. Which happens to be the opposite of how we always did it. I mean, it's a week before Christmas and the interior of my house is relatively devoid of decoration. Which is fine! To each their own! Et cetera!
But I also decided that I didn't want to put "my" ornaments onto the big tree this year. Taking down the tree always turns into a hassel and I didn't want my personal collection to get lost in the shuffle. I do plan on moving out again, you know. So I took our funny little silver tree that made its way down from the attic when I pulled out the lights two weeks ago, and I set it up in my room.
TA-DA! Isn't it cute? Aren't my vintage ornaments adorable? They all have stories connected to them--the big silver lacey ball is from St. Patrick's Cathedral in Dublin. The large (HUGE) clear snowflake-y ball that is too big for my tiny tree we bought at Bloomingdale's in New York City during my first trip there in 2002. All the vintage pink and blue ornaments were my grandmother's. The ballet slippers are my FAVORITE ornament gift ever, from my late aunt, when I was taking ballet in '92 (they have my name on the back). The little stockings on my mirror lights are a gift for me and my roommates. The sparkly paper ornaments were a terrible craft that left our couch sparkly for weeks. And on and on and on.
|there are 9 separate items on this plate--|
that's not even all the choices I had
2. Games--after dinner, we play games. In general, the non-gamers fall asleep, and then the rest of us will break out whatever we feel like. Games range from Rummikub, to euchre, to Guesstures, to Apples to Apples, to this silly Dilbert game that was all the rage when we were preteens, to dominos, and so on. We drink cocktails, wine, soda, whatever, and just play until someone decides if they don't leave now, they will wreck the car on the way home from over-stuffed-ness and sheer exhaustion.
3. During our dinner on Christmas Day, my grandpa used to sit at the head of the table, and after we said grace, as we all started digging in, he would remark with, "I wonder what the poor people are doing today." While the remark kind of sounds callous when you don't know the context, it really isn't. My grandpas was never rich growing up, and while none of us have ever been terribly destitute, all families go through hard times. The comment references the fact that today, we are NOT poor--we are rich in love, rich in family, and rich in food. And we are lucky to be this way.
I wish you all a wonderful holiday season, with lots of time with the people you love the most. x