The top picture is really for my Mom...it is proof that I do still hang that ugly ornament on my tree. The ornament that made me cry in 4th grade when I received it and again many years after that when Mom kept making me hang it on the tree. It always hangs in the very bowels of the tree and most likely cannot be seen with out looking for it. Why do I hate this ornament so much...it's a long story that involves my Mom's love of Santa Clause, my attempt to make her happy and the student thief who didn't even celebrate Christmas.

It was a great weekend and a busy weekend. We did get the tree up and decorated...everyone participated...Reagan loved helping with the garland (which in hind site wasn't a good idea because now she thinks she can continue to put it on and take it off) Grayson helped with our angel which is so special because it was the angel that was on top of our tree when I was kid. I love Christmas and all the memories.