We decorated the tree today. It is a fake tree, which no doubt makes the purists despair.
There were fisticuffs over this ornament. Levi was furious because Elias was trying to hang it. Apparently Mama has to hang that one because “she loves music!”
Elias wanted to hang all of the ornaments himself, because they’re all so beautiful. (Applied indiscriminately to my favorite blown glass ornaments and the misshapen colored-dough candy canes from a few years ago.)
All of the ceramic ones with their sweet baby faces are hanging at the top of the tree, in a desperate bid to avoid their total destruction.
There are branches with mad clusters of ornaments …
… and large stretches of branches with no ornaments at all.
What I am saying, guys, is that my Christmas tree is a hot mess.
AND I LOVE IT.
