A Little Backward

We sell eleven-hundred of them but somehow we end up picking out ours late. The children run through the homemade "woods" at the nursery, spinning trees, checking all sides. They're particularly attracted to the odd-shaped ones so my husband and I just nod and smile.

They're really there for the run, and the spinning, and the hiding in between the trees.

"Welcome to my nursery!"

"Tree Huggers"

Our beloved choice now stands majestically, just off the kitchen, branches slowly falling into place in the warmth. And so, we pull ornaments out from storage and commence the traditions once again, children giggling and lapping up the joy, like it's the first time.
We've read the story of the real first Christmas, over and over the past two weeks, we've created art, we've written our own stories, we've baked. And although, it might seem a little backward this year, today, we decorate.