Our Christmas tradition is to cut down a Christmas tree the day after Thanksgiving. This year, however, our patriarch, truck driving, tree chopping, daddy of the house went on his big horn sheep hunt early the next morning. He didn't return for two more weekends; the third weekend was chock full of busy-ness. Then, we decided we were going to head to Battle Mountain in another two weeks. The prognosis for our Christmas tree wasn't looking good. I felt bad not to get one for the kids, but not bad enough to do all the work for a week and a half of a tree. So... fortunately, my parents kindly offered their tree for our kids' enjoyment. They got to decorate the tree,
frost eat cookies for and off the tree, sing songs around the tree, and get all the satisfaction of a tree: without the frustration of keeping a certain mischievous 1-year-old off its branches or any of the hard work and mess. Win, win, win, win, win!
The kids made darling little ornaments for our non tree with their hand prints on salt dough. I love looking through boxes of Christmas past to find all of my personal keepsakes. I hope my own children love it as well!
Elf on the shelf took pity on Xiana and put up a little tree for her one night. He felt badly that her mean parents didn't put one up. She immediately started looking for the Christmas lights he surely put up outside, but to no avail :)
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