When it comes to Christmas tradition at my house, we don't mess around. Christmas has been the same for as long as I can remember and I wouldn't have it any other way. Our Christmas tree is my favorite. Its filled with so many ornaments from various times in our lives; my sister's toothpick picture, my brothers drum from when he was in band, my macaroni angel. Every year when we unwrap them, we still giggle at each one and talk about the memories of them. We even put on the same gold garland that I swear we have had since before I was born. Gold garland? Who does that anymore? We do, and Christmas wouldn't be the same without it. And who has an angel on their tree? Not even just a simple angel, one that glows and is bright and big that barely fits. This is our tree.
How great are these little guys. They were my Grandma's and they have become my favorite ornaments. Dear siblings, if you are reading this...tap tap.