Star Light, Star Bright

I don't know if you know this about our house or not, but our house? It's where Tacky hangs out for the Christmas season. Our tree is not pretty, our decorations not coordinated, and there is no rhyme or reason to my wrapping paper. Even the lights are multi-colored and unevenly dispersed.

But I did have four very eager volunteers to help decorate the Tree of Misfortune this year.

I always wonder what Emerson is thinking as we do things like disperse ornaments on a fake tree indoors while listening to the Glee cast Christmas Album in 78 degree weather. And this picture of her in the monkey hat wearing a backpack? I have to remind myself that she and Aidan are not biologically related.

Our ornaments come from many places.

Three-year old Mandy's preschool class is responsible for the popsicle stick Star of David.

I would like to take a moment to recognize Elmer's school glue for holding these popsicle sticks together for the better part of 30 years.

Kohl's Black Friday sale graciously provided the "Harper-don't-eat-it-it's-not-a-real-cookie" initial ornaments.

The overpriced kiosk at the mall supplied the personalized pea-pod ornament. Personalized ornaments are slim-pickins' when there's six people in the family.

Nothing says Christmas to me like cartoon-faced peas wearing Santa hats.

And the star atop our Tree of Fabulousness? This multi-colored LED number, that I am pretending Brandon did not pick up from the Dollar Store, which is where the Tacky Family goes for last minute Christmas-decorating related emergency supplies.

Some things are so wrong, they're right. Not this. This is just WRONG on so many levels.

Pictures do not do it's glowing incandescence justice. Do you SEE the reflection on the ceiling? The star atop the Christmas tree should not glow brighter than actual stars. Someone please tell my sweet husband that.

The ornaments lasted an entire day on the lower half of the tree, or the length of time that it took Harper to break four of them. Now the ornaments adorn the top half of the tree, and I have a box full that were ungraciously stripped of their positions by a certain destructive princess.

We also graced the kids' rooms with Christmas trees this year. The boys have had their tree for a couple of years, and it ends up with a few overflow ornaments, and a few that they have made.

I picked up the girls' tree last year after Christmas.

If you had told me three years ago that I would have a pink sparkly tree in my house, and two little girls saying "night night twee" before bed every evening, I would have told you that you got the wrong Mommy. Clearly, I was a "boy mom" not a "girl mom", and if I ever did have a daughter, she would have to quickly learn to love trucks and soccer balls, because I just didn't "do" pink and sparkly.

All evidence to the contrary. :)

Hope you're gearing up for a wonderful Christmas season. We are enjoying every minute of it, making memories with the four best gifts God could ever give us!