Once we found our “Perfect” tree it was then time to decorate our “Perfect” tree.
We got it up the driveway and to the front door only to discover another four feet needed be trimmed off.
Finally it was ready to be wrestled into place.
In through the front door it was carried.
We quickly discovered how far reaching those willowy branches were as the tree “undecorated” the living room as it was dragged into place.
We also found the weight of those far reaching branches pulled the tree forward, so once it was secured in the tree stand Toby had to tie off the top of the tree to the wall so it wouldn’t fall over as puppies ran by.
Then it was time for lights. Toby and Rusty took on the task of covering the tree with white lights. The flimsiness of the branches on our Goliath Charlie Brown tree only allowed for a minimal amount of draping. The finished product made me smile.
Then it was time to decorate!
Fueled by eggnog and Christmas cookies we were ready to begin.
The kids dove into the boxes of decorations, eager to find their personal ornaments.
We have a tradition in our family of exchanging ornaments every year on December 23rd, on the day before we go out to Ohio to spend Christmas with my parents. We started this tradition on Gracie’s first Christmas with the thought that it would be a fun way to document the years, as well as an opportunity to gift her with 18-20 ornaments that she will be able to take with her when she leaves home and has her own Christmas tree.
The ornaments are chosen with thought, each reflecting an attribute, interest, or event that was important to that child in the past year.
The kids love pulling out their past ornaments each December and reflecting back on who they were and what was important to them when they were younger.
Rusty’s collection of ornaments:
Toby’s theme for my ornament each year is one that started with the first one he bought me in 1998. Every year he buys me an angel ornament.
This year’s tree decorating remained consistent with this season’s overall theme of simplifying and focusing on those things of most importance, with quality reigning over quantity.
Our “airy” tree simply couldn’t hold the usual load of ornaments so the kids had to pick and choose what would go up on the tree this year.
Each of them laid out their years’ worth of ornaments, with Grace having the most at 18 and Ozzie having the fewest at 2. Then they all chose their very favorites from the pile to hang on the tree.
Here is everyone’s #1 favorite ornament:
The finished result was comical but charming. It certainly isn’t our traditional tree. It is as wide as it is tall, making walking to the bedrooms feel like stepping through the back of the wardrobe into Narnia, as we climb through the low, sweeping branches.
But I love it.
I love story behind the tree.
I love the experience we shared in getting the tree.
I love the humble nature and imperfectness of our tree, so reflective of this Christmas season and the journey God has taken us on.
I love that it is our tree, grown on our land…a living piece of Patchwork Farm.
I love the laughter this comical tree and experience has brought us as we live out a “I LOVE LUCY” episode.
I love that it didn’t go smoothly and perfectly, for I have found it is rarely the perfect moments in life that stick with you and leave an impression. Nobody remembers the perfect Christmas tree, the perfect birthday, or any life moment that goes off without a hitch. No, it is the messy, plan B, imperfect moments that glue families together and are reminisced on and laughed about years down the road.
No, it isn’t the “Perfect” tree,
but it is perfect for us.