What I remember about Christmas…

is not the presents or Santa mornings, although those were always so magical as a child. What I remember is the glow my grandparent’s living room had from the lights on the Christmas tree when all the other lights were off, and the smell of the wood burning in the wood stove, and the little elves that peeked out of my grandmother’s Norfolk pine, and the food. Oh the food! I remember sleeping in one of the huge beds in my aunt’s old bedrooms in my footie-pjs and sneaking down the hardwood floored halls to see if Santa had come, and how the living room was glowing at the end of the hall. And music-Mostly the traditional carols and old English songs. And the movies-Rudolph and Charlie Brown, White Christmas, It’s A Wonderful Life and my all-time favorite, A Christmas Carol. Something about that story gives me faith in people and reminds me of my own need to see other’s needs. I try to read the book every year. I want to read it to Elijah when he is older and I hope he loves it too.

Now, we do things a little differently, but I try to keep the magic. We listen to Christmas music every day and turn the lights on the tree on every chance we get. We go to Opryland Hotel and see the lights. We make Cinnamon coffee every morning. And yes, we watch A Christmas Story all day that it is on :). Classic. As Elijah gets older we will start traditions that he will hopefully look forward to every year. I have big plans for simple things. But what I hope he remembers most is the magic and special feel of the season. I know it is cliche, but it really isn’t about stuff. It is so much more than that. So, so much more.

Merry Christmas!!!
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I have a little elf and…

a REAL Christmas tree!! I got my real tree, but Chad protested by not putting the lights on it. That is ok, because I did it all by myself and it looks fabulous! Elijah watched me and we sang Christmas songs and put ornaments on it too.
We also had an Italian Christmas feast with my family on Thursday. It was chaotic and so much fun! Spaghetti was flying. Babies were crying and being passed around the table. Lots of talking and some good wine was had. We got an early present from my middle sister – another baby for next Christmas!! We get a new one or two each year! I love Christmas!!

Here are some pics of my lovely tree and my little elf!

Elijah and his Charlie Brown tree

Elijah and his Charlie Brown tree

His daddy picked out his outfit!

His daddy picked out his outfit!

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Sleeping on Papa's lap at a Christmas party

Sleeping on Papa's lap at a Christmas party

Marmie and the boys

Marmie and the boys

SNOW!! So lovely and magical!

SNOW!! So lovely and magical!

Do I give in and…

buy our first pre-lit, FAKE Christmas tree? I think we are the last members of our family to still get a real tree every year. Chad thinks we should go fake and lots of people have said that they love the no hassle with theirs, but I am having the hardest time accepting that I might never have that lovely smell in my home for the next 10-15 years. My son will grow up without knowing the joys of picking out the perfect tree, the smell of pine needles in the living room while he opens presents or even watching Daddy put lights on the tree.

I know all the perks and believe me, I would not miss watering the tree to keep it fresh and vacuuming up stray needles, but I think those things outweigh the loss of memories.
So, fake or no? I’m just not convinced I can bring myself to do it.

This is our sweet little tree from last year.

Do I give in and…

buy our first pre-lit, FAKE Christmas tree? I think we are the last members of our family to still get a real tree every year. Chad thinks we should go fake and lots of people have said that they love the no hassle with theirs, but I am having the hardest time accepting that I might never have that lovely smell in my home for the next 10-15 years. My son will grow up without knowing the joys of picking out the perfect tree, the smell of pine needles in the living room while he opens presents or even watching Daddy put lights on the tree. 

I know all the perks and believe me, I would not miss watering the tree to keep it fresh and vacuuming up stray needles, but I think those things outweigh the loss of memories.  
So, fake or no? I’m just not convinced I can bring myself to do it.

This is our sweet little tree from last year.