I may have grown up with artificial trees but we live close enough now to where they actually grow them that we’ve always gotten a real one from some farm up near Matt’s parents’ house. This year is no exception, a lovely fir of some sort from good ‘ole Bud. It arrived on Sunday via my in-laws and we spent a few hours in the afternoon putting the ornaments on.
I’ll show more of the tree later but I’ve got to talk about the ornaments.
We have a lot of ornaments. Matt started collecting them when he was little and, though we’re certainly much pickier about what ornaments we buy now, we still have far too many to go on the tree – four of those ornament boxes plus two other equally sized boxes worth. But, every year, there are a few that must appear on the tree.
There’s the little blue train that was part of the first set Matt’s parents got for him. (At some point his parents got him his own artificial tree to put in his bedroom, complete with rattles and toys as ornaments.)
There’s the bungee jumping Santa.
One of the blown-glass ornaments from the Corning Museum of Glass we visited one of the times I went to see him at RIT.
The ornament my old officemate got us to celebrate Squirms’s birth.
And, last but not least, the first ornament I bought for Matt, before we were dating.
Enough of my delaying. Our beautiful tree.
And the required “baby with the tree” photo that I took yesterday when she, for the first time, had any interest at all in the tree.