As I was pulling out our Christmas balls from Target and the the Dollar Store, I felt a little sad. There isn't a pipe cleaner candy cane anywhere to be found. No angels made from seashells or a mason jar lid covered in glitter and ribbon. It's just cheap, plastic balls, there's no memories to add or an ancient angel to put on top. And it's pink, for fuck's sake.
I'm looking forward to the day when I can look at our tree and see our family in it. I wonder what my parent's tree looked like before Shawna was old enough to participate. Clearance bin Christmas balls and ribbon? I'll have to ask them some day.
*Actually, I do remember a toy. It was a small, plastic house. I only remember it because it took a few hours and two swear words to get the light to turn on.