First Christmas tree
Around here, Christmas was always one of those holidays for sleeping in and overeating. We’ve never had much of a celebration, and certainly never bothered to put up a Christmas tree. But, with a little one, it’s a little bit harder to ignore the both the traditions and the consumerism. Last year, Andrew was young enough not to know the difference – he thought opening presents was all about tearing the wrapping paper. This year, though, he started telling us in October “I want a kwithmus tree.” We gave in and got one. I have to say, though, that it did brighten up the house a lot! The trouble with getting a tree is that now we have one more big box to stash around the house. However, the tree made Andrew very happy, so it’s all worth it.
The only thing though… after we put the tree up, he demanded to know why we didn’t have a star on top of the tree and he told his mom that we need a tree skirt. What are they teaching him at school?
We snuck the tree in to the house and put it together before he saw it. It saved us from answering the questions about why our tree was in three pieces, at least until we have to take it down.
Andrew helped to decorate it with ornaments. As a result, we had a lot of ornaments hung at the bottom of the tree.
Andrew admiring his handiwork.
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