I love the fact that my mom and dad started traditions so long ago that they are ingrained in our brains as normal. Like jumping on my mom and dad's bed on Easter. All being scared by my oldest brother as he runs and jumps on the bed last. Or decorating the Christmas tree with homemade ornaments and then singing Christmas carols around the tree. Or writing letters to Santa each year and then burning them in the fireplace so that the ashes get carried up to the North Pole. ( I really wish we had kept those letters, there were some GREAT ones over the years.) I can't wait to start traditions with my own family one day. But as of now, I still love being the youngest and to be treated like the baby. Especially when it comes to present giving. My siblings and I have this competition we like to call-- "the Golden Year" If it is one persons "Golden Year" it means they received the most presents under the tree. We all LOVE to claim that it is going to be our Golden Year... but let's be honest. Each year it's my mom. She gets kitchen cutlery up the wazzoooo.
Here are some pictures of our wonderful night decorating the tree and singing loudly and obnoxiously.
It is a WONDERFUL tree we have. Don't you think?
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