Oh Christmas Tree oh Christmas Tree

So, after effects of the meds I take weekly (on Friday night) hit me hard this a.m., but feeling like warmed over death is better than I felt two hours ago. Thought I'd post the pictures of the tree and my outside decorations...I don't have the strength to try to take on one tenth of what Kari and Randey do, but giving that we don't trust each other on ladders, Mac and I feel it looks pretty darned pleasant! As I was putting the ornaments on the tree so many memories came flooding in. I had the wooden ones for when the boys were little, the ones that couldn't be broken. I had about 30 of the small nutcrackers that I bought in Harrods when we lived in England. I gave so many away to friends and family who visited over the years that I only have two left. They are both handicapped now, both having lost their lower legs, one on the right one on the left. I suppose I could make one complete one, but don't like the idea of using one of those brave wooden soldiers as spare parts. Best to have two injured ones than one whole one. I have one glass baby doll who now lives in the china cupboard out of harms way. Trees. They're so much more than what we see.

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