The Ghosts of Christmas Past

I thought it would be fun show everyone how cool my parents were with our Christmas trees--probably one of the ugliest things you've ever seen. I just love how they let us kids do whatever we wanted to do to the tree. We all hung something on the tree--usually some sort of paper thing we made--and it really helped it feel more Christmas-y. Here is an example of the poor tree that was hacked, brought to our crazy house, and was made to wear whatever hideous thing we could come up with. Okay, so they weren't all hideous. Nathan's stuff was pretty cool.

Dad, Sarah, Matt, Nathan, and Rachel
(May I add that my parents also let me pick my glasses out myself and this is what I picked. They never told me how ridiculous they were.)

A good ten years later things were a little better as we developed our craftiness.
Danny, Mary, and Sarah (in the back)

Another few years added, and alas, no paper chains, painted and glittered egg carton bells, dripping frosted cookies, or paper snowflakes on this tree.
So sad.

Jeremy, Matt, Danny, Mom, Mary, Sarah

And just to finish this off,
Merry Christmas from us!