But I do have a few odd collections, one of them I collect for the hubs. I've always collected for him, with or without his permission, because he's just not a collections kind of guy. So between the nutcracker soldiers (we are a military family), the vintage toys, and the elves, I have enough to keep the Bah Humbugs away, but not enough to require a storage unit and a week to put it all out. Our tree is three feet tall. Maybe next year, when I have grandkids here (only six hours away...oh. my. goodness.) I'll push for a big tree, but for the last few years, this little tree has worked fine. I have to put mini ornaments on it, and save the larger of the kid-made ornaments for the pine garland over the entertainment unit...but it's a cute little tree.
|The "husband's collection" of nutcracker soldiers, along with the beer steins his brother got him when stationed in Germany. I like that they're standing under a copy of the Constitution.|
|The Elf Shelf.|
|Our tiny tannenbaum...|
So while I have three reasons for not making a ginormous display, I have one really good reason for dragging it all out every year, even if the hubs barely looks at it. I love to revisit all the things my kids and I made together over the years. The ornaments Josh and Renee made in first grade, with gap-toothed pictures of themselves, Jason's art-class masterpieces. The technicolor reindeer Casey painted the year Phil and I met. I have a felt campfire I made back when dinosaurs roamed the earth. The little paper spiral of smoke is long gone, but the little logs and flame are still there, literally hanging by a thread. The ghost of Christmas Past comes alive, smiling sweet memories for me every year. I make everyone new handmade ornaments every year, for the Ghost of Christmases Yet To Come.
I don't think it's too early to wish everyone a wonderful season of Holy Days.