If you’ve followed our adventures over the last 2.5 years, you’d know that it’s been 2.5 years full of transition for us. Normal transitions that would have happened regardless of our geographical location. Just those things that happen as a family grows up.
This Christmas, our family of 5 has three different addresses. One an apartment in Texas, one a dorm in Texas and one a condo in Singapore.
Our family Christmas tree is at the condo in Singapore address. This is the first year that only one of our children was here to help us decorate it. Transition… We did have a good time but I sure missed each kid putting on their own ornaments like we’ve done in the past.
We left a ton of Christmas decorations in storage in Texas and only brought those most special and nostalgic. There are a few of our ornaments that I would literally shed tears if they were lost or broken so this year after experiencing my annual anxiety when pulling them out of the box hoping they’re in one piece yet again, I decided to take pictures of them for when those tears are shed, which I’m sure will inevitably happen one day, then I can at least go back and see them. And since two of our children aren’t with us here in Singapore I thought they might enjoy seeing a few of their favorite ornaments on the tree.
Our tree is not one that has beautiful glass ornaments with beautiful coordinating ribbon. It is personal. Full of tradition and treasured memories. The kids have always made us have multi colored lights. I personally like white lights and even though I’ve given the kids a hard time each year, colored it is and I don’t mind at all. Truth is, even when I do have complete control of the Christmas tree decor, which will happen much sooner than I’d like, I will probably never be able to let go of the multi-colored lights.
The first three ornaments are ones that were on my parents very first Christmas tree. They are so fragile and they go up at the top of our tree every year so no one can touch them and I wrap the ornament hook a couple of times around the tree limb. The 1967 little red stocking was made by my grandmother when I was born. I’ve also included a few other photos of treasured items.
