Have you seen those perfect Christmas trees? You know the ones that I am talking about. Where all the ornaments match, and the lights are white. Where the star on top isn't crooked and the bottom half of the tree stays decorated all the time?
I'm slightly jealous of those trees. They are beautiful. I don't have one. And there are a couple of reasons for that. First of all I have four children six and under. Our tree gets redecorated on a daily basis. And not just with ornaments. My daughter thought Daddy's glasses would look great on the tree. Daddy didn't agree.
But the main reason that I don't have one is that, despite their beauty, it is a distant beauty. It's an untouchable beauty. And an ornament made by a 5 year old would be out of place. And that is just not acceptable at our house.
Almost every ornament on our tree has a little piece of my heart. And almost every single one has a story.
Every year each of my children gets an ornament for Christmas. This was my first son's first ornament for his first Christmas.
The reason that my children each get an ornament every year is that I did when I was growing up. My mom gave me this one the year that we celebrated the sesquicentennial of the pioneers arriving in the Salt Lake Valley.
And I'm not the only one who has important ornaments on the tree. My husband's mission president gave us this as a wedding gift. My husband served his mission on Minnesota and the St. Paul temple was built and dedicated while he was there.
And this one has the place of honor on the tree. It is my favorite ornament. Up at the top, right underneath the crooked star. My mom gave it to us a few years ago. I think it is the most beautiful ornament that I own. And what a beautiful reminder of the reason that we have a tree up in the first place.
So, while those coordinated trees are beautiful, I am perfectly content with my mismatched tree, decorated with little bits of my heart.