O Christmas tree, O Christmas tree,
Thy poor leaves must be horrified!
I mean, for crying out loud!
It just occurred to me that our Christmas tree is a total mishmash of chaos and insanity.
In other words, it’s very well-suited to my family.
The train has come off the track.
And I mean that in the most literal sense.
Seriously, the Christmas train at the base of my tree has apparently decided to take a detour straight to the joyous Land of Derailment.
At any rate, we’ve sure managed to amass quite the collection of ornamental Christmas chaos over the years.
This tree is not lacking in character(s) or personality.
Everyone in my family has a Baby’s First Christmas ornament.
Except for me.
My boys each have multiples.
My husband has a couple of his own, too.
Even my older brother’s Baby’s First Christmas ornament hangs on our tree…and he doesn’t even live with us.
Guess there’s some truth to the notion about the first-born getting all the love and the good stuff in life.
Enough of that pity party.
Let’s talk so more about those ornaments on my tree, shall we?
There’s a light saber-bearing Darth Vader positioned strategically next to an unarmed Gingerbread Man.
And Thor wields his infamous hammer between Tinkerbell and Rainbow Brite.
Marvin the Martian’s ray gun points straight at a lovey-dovey Mickey and Minnie pair with a Batmobile hot on their tails, while Taz chills precariously next to a delicate Eiffel Tower.
Then there’s Baby Jesus, who’s surrounded by a peaceful cluster of angels…along with the Energizer Bunny, Thomas the Train, Jack Skellington, and a one-eyed Cookie Monster.
Who decorated this thing, anyway?
And let’s not forget about my son’s favorite Tom Brady ornament.
Fortunately, our tree is not inflatable. Otherwise, we might have a scandal on our hands.
Good thing Hulk is right there beside him to keep an eye on him.
And then there’s the candy canes.
Adding a rainbow of color to the tree are a lovely assortment of artificial goodness in the form of festive candy canes.
They’re at least a year or two old, though, so I hope nobody actually tries to eat them.
(Note to self: Google “Do candy canes go bad?”)
Oh, but the fun isn’t just inside!
Our adorable lighted outdoor polar bear is passed out on the front lawn beside Charlie Brown and the rest of the Peanuts gang.
Probably from too much holiday excitement!
I can’t be sure if it’s the wind or the spirit of the season that’s already taking its toll on him.
Looks like we could both use a drink right about now…
~Happy Friday, and Happy December! Hope you all have a joyous weekend!~
I think my train is coming off its track… Never mind, it’s already too late.