I’ve seen some stunningly beautiful trees posted on social media. Some are theme trees, some color coded, some obviously decorated lovingly by small children. Each one so beautiful in it’s own way. I used to love the years my son was small and the decorations only went up as high on the tree as he could reach. My tree now is more of a mish-mash of memories. I have decorations that used to adorn my parent’s tree, decorations my son and nieces and nephews made for me, decorations that were given to me as special gifts, and decorations that I bought myself just becasue they caught my eye or meant something special to me. No color coding, no organized arranging, just a yearly trip down memory lane as I hang each one and recall the meaning behind it.
