Saturday will be a sad day in the Marsh household. We'll finally awaken from our sugar plum dreams, and will have to face reality.
Yes, the Christmas tree will finally come down.
This is only Dan & me's second married Christmas, so we're still nailing down our new family traditions, but there is one that, so far, we seem to agree upon:
GO COMPLETELY APESHIT OVER THE CHRISTMAS TREE!!!
We've got very high ceilings in our living room, so that means, naturally, that we need the absolute biggest Christmas tree we can find. Last year, it was about 10 feet tall, but this year Dan decided to not mess around and came home with this massive 12-footer:
(Click on any of the pics to enlarge!)
Isn't it a beauty? We can hardly stand to take down such a glorious display of holiday cheer. Except that my stupid cat keeps eating the lights. And the needles are falling off. And, well let's face it: this tree pales in comparison to next year's 14-footer. Okay, it's time to come down. But before we do that, let's take a little tour of some of my favorite ornaments...
Every tree needs a monogram or two:
Christmas is a time to celebrate love:
I found my prince!
The date we got engaged...
A few wine-themed ornaments:
And lots of Cardinal ones (this is Christmas in St. Louis, after all):
Someone's started running again! Woo hoo!
One for each of our boys:
Commemorating the sale of our log cabin (finally!):
Go Tigers!
Memories of our Italian honeymoon:
RIP, Diet Coke (I've effectively cut it out of my diet, but more on that later):
A few from my childhood, lovingly handed down by my mom:
A few miscellaneous favorites:
And one more of the glorious Marsh family tree of 2008, all lit up:
Happy belated Christmas to all!