Decorating our Christmas tree is one of my favorite Christmas traditions. I have inherited all my ornaments that have been collected over the years, and every Christmas we get them out and select our favorites to hang. It's like a walk down memory lane: the snowman bell my Dad individualized for each child by drawing different patterns on the scarves; the sweet red satin bird my Grandma Brewer sewed; the cross-stitched rocking horse my Grandma Allred made; the brightly painted wooden birds from Guatemala, sent when I was tiny while my Grandparents served a mission there; the homemade quilted balls from the year all our decorations were in storage right after my family moved from Ohio to Virginia. We have wooden reindeer the kids made from clothespins, glass balls painted by tiny hands, picture ornaments from each year of each child's life--more ornaments than our tree could possibly hold.
As we've done since I was little, we turned on some Christmas music, put a pot of hot chocolate on the stove to warm, and decorated our tree with the whispers of Christmases past.
Cole was very excited to find a star and insisted he hang it at the top of the tree. Because that's where the star belongs.
Even though our tree could never hold every ornament, each one holds a special place in my heart--a perfect reminder of family, love, and togetherness.
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