|Hanging the ornaments this high was also our solution when we had a cat who loved to climb the Christmas tree.|
Even with the cool dining room decorations, my girls and I were bummed out about having to forgo the ritual of setting up and decorating our tree, an artificial one we've had for more than 20 years. Over that time, we've accumulated an eclectic assortment of ornaments, many purchased at bargain prices the week after Christmas. Our favorites include poor Captain Pike from Star Trek TOS, and a clear plastic ball trimmed with gold-tinted cardboard, reflecting the rationing during World War II, when my mom acquired it.
Claire solved the "no tree" problem when she dug out a table-top Christmas tree. Her older sister got it at a white elephant gift exchange last year and promptly passed along to her. "I decorated it with Mardi Gras beads!" she said triumphantly. I added a couple of bells I'd found in a drawer, having forgotten to put them away the previous year, and we put the tree in the living room with some of our many robots. It's festive, the perfect focal point for gifts, and small enough to be whisked away easily when it's time to install the flooring.
|Godzilla and the robots are making sure no one peeks too closely at the presents.|
With the tree situation resolved, I was pleased to discover that the remaining essential elements of my family's Christmas celebration were in a single box in the garage: Our stockings, the Nativity set that goes on our mantle, the Advent wreath, and the Christmas Squirrel.
The Christmas Squirrel is a relatively recent tradition, introduced to us by my best friend, Adela: "Remember when you were a kid, and you would get stuff like underwear and tube socks in your stocking?"
"Well, Santa wouldn't do that to you. That was the Christmas Squirrel."
|Yes, those are tube socks in his little paws!|
Please note that all photos are by Dwayne, aka the Nerd in Chief. He can be found at vintagetechobsessions.blogspot.com.