|Decoration on one of the holiday trees at The Paine, in Oshkosh|
I have not put up a Christmas tree for a number of years, now. I have several boxes of beautiful real glass ornaments many dating from the early 1950s. Even those from the 1980s could be considered vintage at this point. I stopped collecting when so many ornaments available started being made of shiny plastic. I even have a string of glass beads, probably from the late 1890s. They stay in their boxes, safe, each year.
|The story of the Nutcracker so illustrates this thought, too.|
Never more so illustrated than my Handsome Son's first Christmas. He was just three weeks old, and on Christmas Eve we loaded him into the car and drove out to a couple of our favorite decorated subdivision in IL awash with lights. I think we fried his eyeballs! We took him out of his carrier and held him up in the front seat so he could see the lights. Rather than squinting them shut, he was wide-eyed. The wonder of Christmas displayed in the eyes of a babe. No idea what Handsome Son thought was actually going on!
|Maybe it looked like this?|
This year there is a new baby for Christmas! Little Man, fourth son of my brother, unnamed, but welcome by all. (Little does he know the family he has slipped into!) He is born 21 years and 5 days after his oldest cousin, my son.
|Previously, the youngest, dressed as a giraffe.|
|The fraternal twin of the eldest, four minutes making him second.|
|Handsome Son and his girlfriend|
Handsome Son and his girlfriend will be here on Christmas Day. We will cook together, something we often do, but in the spirit of the occasion will place a tablecloth on the dining room table. pull out the fine china, and make it much more festive. Maybe I will test my skills on a drunken bread pudding, something to which a close neighbor reintroduced me earlier this year.
Especially as Handsome Son turned 21, this month and is no longer just my baby.