...behind these doors. There was a time when I had help in trimming the tree...and a lot of eclectic ornaments to hang from the branches.
They boys never cared that much about the whole thing...but Heidi loved to help...and never wanted to miss out. She made rules...way back then. Rule #1 was that no decorating happened until the Christmas music was playing. I am reminded of her rule every year as I lug out the boxes...and make sure to abide by it...still! One year she decided that our decorations belonged to some other era...and we went to Country Gardens on a Sunday afternoon to seek out a 'new look'. Here's the funny thing...the 'new look' is now very old...and it's still working for me! She's not here to tell me otherwise.
We've been buying our tree at the same Christmas tree farm for as long as I can remember. We had a bit of an unpleasant experience one year...but were assured the problem would not happen again. There's nothing quite like the smell of a fresh evergreens in the home...unless of course the evergreen tree was grown right next to the fans from a hog farm. Let's just say...it didn't smell all that pleasant in our home that Christmas. We still buy our trees at at the same place...just make sure to do a sniff test before we make our choice.
Then there was the Cabbage Patch Christmas...when every child wanted one and there weren't enough to go around. Though Heidi never quit hoping...and praying...we had informed her that she would not be getting a Cabbage Patch doll for Christmas since we had tried in vain and always came up empty. About two days before Christmas, hubby was picking up something at the hardware store...when the customer ahead of him returned a Cabbage patch doll. He was at the right place at the right time! He grabbed it...and I could not believe my eyes when he came home with the coveted Christmas doll. He...who never shops...hit the jackpot! There was much happiness on Christmas morning...and Jill Mavis (as her birth certificate stated) is still a part of this household. Ah...the memories.
Then there were all the years when the kids got sweaters knit by Grandma. Kris and Jeremy loved their wise owl sweaters...and when they outgrew them...passed them along to the younger cousins. The sweaters are long gone...but the memories are sweet.
It's been a few decades since we celebrated Christmas at a farm out in Rosedale...
Have a wonderful weekend...