The first thing you notice is there are tons of ornaments on the top half, and the bottom half looks like it was attacked by wild, anti-Christmas weasels. You get closer and look under the tree:
And you can see more destruction laid out. Dead ornaments. Some of them have seen their last Christmas.
That's pretty much how our tree has looked for the past ten years. And the culprit isn't the cat. It's the miniature tornado that is our youngest child who is so filled with the holiday spirit, she needs to personally examine each and every in-reach ornament.
So anyway, you can see we have a wide variety of ornaments on the top half of the tree:
Some of these are very old, and some are not so old, but they all tell a story.
(Well all of them except for the few, random filler ones like this:)
(Though if you look really closely you can see my reflection in it. I'm topless.)
I got this one on my 8th birthday. As a birthday present:
I'm still not sure what that is coming out of the bottom half of the 8. It looks like a kidney.
This one is testament to the fact my poor mother is losing it. She insists I made this one:
"JCD" is short for Julie Country Day, a nun-infested school I attended for three years. However, I'm fairly certain this actually belongs to one of my brothers. I was a little too young to spell out JCD and/or '79 back in the '70's.
This one:
Is one of several homemade pig ornaments we have. They are always carefully placed out of weasal range on the top half of the tree. They were made by my wife's now-deceased, pig-lovin' grandma.
This one plays "Let it Snow" when you press a button on the back:
Which is pretty amazing because I remember when we got it in 1986. I can't even get the batteries in the camera to last 21 minutes, let alone 21 years. (Speaking of cameras, my real camera is broken, and I need a new one, as evidenced by this blurry-ass picture taken by my crappy Kodak Easyshare. Those of you who happen to be thinking of buying me a present...)
And we have lots of random ornaments.
We have creepy ones:
Pop-culturey ones:
Geek ones:
Music ones:
And lots and lots of "look-what-I-made-in-school-today" ones:
Though my favorite is the topper:
And you can see more destruction laid out. Dead ornaments. Some of them have seen their last Christmas.
That's pretty much how our tree has looked for the past ten years. And the culprit isn't the cat. It's the miniature tornado that is our youngest child who is so filled with the holiday spirit, she needs to personally examine each and every in-reach ornament.
So anyway, you can see we have a wide variety of ornaments on the top half of the tree:
Some of these are very old, and some are not so old, but they all tell a story.
(Well all of them except for the few, random filler ones like this:)
(Though if you look really closely you can see my reflection in it. I'm topless.)
I got this one on my 8th birthday. As a birthday present:
This one is testament to the fact my poor mother is losing it. She insists I made this one:
"JCD" is short for Julie Country Day, a nun-infested school I attended for three years. However, I'm fairly certain this actually belongs to one of my brothers. I was a little too young to spell out JCD and/or '79 back in the '70's.
This one:
Is one of several homemade pig ornaments we have. They are always carefully placed out of weasal range on the top half of the tree. They were made by my wife's now-deceased, pig-lovin' grandma.
This one plays "Let it Snow" when you press a button on the back:
Which is pretty amazing because I remember when we got it in 1986. I can't even get the batteries in the camera to last 21 minutes, let alone 21 years. (Speaking of cameras, my real camera is broken, and I need a new one, as evidenced by this blurry-ass picture taken by my crappy Kodak Easyshare. Those of you who happen to be thinking of buying me a present...)
And we have lots of random ornaments.
We have creepy ones:
Pop-culturey ones:
Geek ones:
Music ones:
And lots and lots of "look-what-I-made-in-school-today" ones:
Though my favorite is the topper:
It's cracked and rubbed off and ready to turn to dust at any moment. Perfect!
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