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Our
Journey:
Journey:
Avalon's Army of Angels
There is something you all need to know...I have a problem. An addiction of sorts. OK, I
guess we can go ahead and call it an out and out obsession. I LOVE Christmas!!
Now in all fairness to my insanity, I got it honest. My parents are every bit as fruit loopy about
the holidays as I am. My father collects Santas, my mother takes time off work to make
cookies and candies...and our house was always the sparkliest, most decorated domicile of
any of my school friends.
I had my first Christmas tree in my bedroom at such a young age I can't ever remember a
Christmas without it. I still have several of the decorations from that tiny little desk top tree: a
Snoopy on skis, two peppermint balls (fake of course, ewwww.... otherwise!), a tiny little
nativity scene that used to sit below it, a crocheted snowflake and several crocheted
candycanes my mother made. Oh, did I forget to mention that I have a disturbingly good
memory for decorations and where they have lived in previous decades? Yet another
dimension to my...um...eccentricity. Yeah...that's the term I believe I'll stick with. (makes me
think of rich, or brilliant, fellow weirdos)
From my first tree, I never looked back. Since high school, I've been gathering more trees,
more decorations...more and more craziness. In all honesty, I probably had my kids as an
excuse for my Christmas extravaganza.
So there you have it, my closet 'problem'. Although, I don't know how "closet" it really is...one
step inside my house and its pretty stinking obvious. So in the interest of full disclosure - I'm
going to share our crazy Christmas house with you. As you look at these, judge me gently.
After all, we have one whole tree and several boxes of things that didn't make it out this year!
Enjoy the season!
guess we can go ahead and call it an out and out obsession. I LOVE Christmas!!
Now in all fairness to my insanity, I got it honest. My parents are every bit as fruit loopy about
the holidays as I am. My father collects Santas, my mother takes time off work to make
cookies and candies...and our house was always the sparkliest, most decorated domicile of
any of my school friends.
I had my first Christmas tree in my bedroom at such a young age I can't ever remember a
Christmas without it. I still have several of the decorations from that tiny little desk top tree: a
Snoopy on skis, two peppermint balls (fake of course, ewwww.... otherwise!), a tiny little
nativity scene that used to sit below it, a crocheted snowflake and several crocheted
candycanes my mother made. Oh, did I forget to mention that I have a disturbingly good
memory for decorations and where they have lived in previous decades? Yet another
dimension to my...um...eccentricity. Yeah...that's the term I believe I'll stick with. (makes me
think of rich, or brilliant, fellow weirdos)
From my first tree, I never looked back. Since high school, I've been gathering more trees,
more decorations...more and more craziness. In all honesty, I probably had my kids as an
excuse for my Christmas extravaganza.
So there you have it, my closet 'problem'. Although, I don't know how "closet" it really is...one
step inside my house and its pretty stinking obvious. So in the interest of full disclosure - I'm
going to share our crazy Christmas house with you. As you look at these, judge me gently.
After all, we have one whole tree and several boxes of things that didn't make it out this year!
Enjoy the season!
| December 17, 2008 Christmas insanity |
| Family Room Christmas trees 1 (the big one), 2 & 3 (the mantle trees) |
| Kitchen Christmas trees 4 (center of kitchen table) & 5 (over the kitchen sink) |
| Dining Room Christmas tree 6 - my second favorite. This is what we call the "Crass Commercialism" tree. Everything on it is commercial in nature - Disney, Sesame Street, Nickelodean, etc. Its heavily dominated by Rudolph and Frosty characters - and it makes me smile from the time I open the first ornament box - until I pack away the last little friend. When I was little, I wanted to grow up to live on the Island of Misfit Toys. Who wouldn't want to live with King Moonracer? |
| View from the front door. OK, so my piecing together isn't all that hot...you get the idea. |
| I even decorate the chandelier... And yes, it matches the stair decorations, and even the downstairs 1/2 bath. (below) |
| Somewhere under all these stuffies is a huge candelabra from our wedding. |
| I'm so excited about the new piano! I finally have someplace to put my Rudolf and Santa Claus is Comin' to Town figures! Yep, I'm nutty. If I ever manage to land Santa's castle from Rudolf, or the mail truck from the SCICTT story, or dare-I-dream, Heat Miser and Snow Miser from Year Without A Santa Claus...you might have to scrape me off the floor. |
| In our house, even the bathrooms get the Christmas treatment! |
| Of course, the girls have to have their own tree. (number 7 in the count) This one is spectacular! It couldn't be more little-girl-craptacular if it tried. Our friends Doug and Lori gave it to them last year. If it gives you any idea how much they love it...they wouldn't let me take it down until June last year! |
| Trees number 8 & 9 are proof positive that I married the Perfect Man. He's known me since the 8th grade, so he's always known about my little 'problem', yet he said, "I do" anyway. Then again...we had 18 Christmas trees at our reception - I guess I was making sure he knew what he was in for! These last two trees are in our bedroom. Uh huh - you read that right. :-) |
| Merry Christmas!! |