Bringing in our Christmas tree... the kids were so excited.
Bjorn was especially involved this year. He would step way back from the tree, put his hands on his hips, cock his head, and say, "Hmmmm. I think it needs to go a little left." Then he would march right up to the tree, snip a little bit of a branch off, then back up again and say, "That's MUCH better." Then he would repeat... then repeat...
Meghan was delighted as well!
And now for a little sentimental moment... This is my favorite Christmas ornament. A little baby Jesus in a walnut manger that was made when I was teensy weensy that my mom always held onto. Every year, as long as I can remember, I would place this little ornament directly under a yellow light. It's a little Christmas ritual that brings back childhood memories no matter how far away from "home" I live or how old I get. I know they say "You can't take it with you" but I may just try to smuggle this in... Surely no one will take offense?
