That’s right. I’m just going to go on ahead and put this out there:
I suffer from. . . .
Multiple Christmas Tree Disorder.
You read that right. I’m so embarrassed :/ It’s just not normal!
It started out innocently enough when I was a teen and decided that I wanted my own tree in my own bedroom. A little 48 inch tree from the dollar store with an angel on top, but I loved it.
Then, I started decorating a couple of family members’ trees every year. . . . Which was fun, but it just made it worse.
Fast forward 15-ish years and the madness has descended upon us. . . . A tree in nearly every room. And the sad thing?
That’s not all of them. These are only the ones that I put out this year. Oh, it is true madness worthy of entry into any psych manual.
Decide for yourself. . . .
There’s the Little Bathroom Tree:
The Flower Tree:
The Kitchen Tree:
The Hot Mama Tree, which is a black with pink, gold, and leopard print ornaments. . . . truly Hot Mama-ish:
One guess whose bedroom it’s in. . . . My grandmother’s, and surprisingly she loves her tree.
The Turquoise Tree:
Which is also the tree in my bedroom. But the dogs love it. Oldest weimaraner Hunter lays on the bed and gazes at it. And Sophie? Well, she sneaks at least one ornament off of it every single night and sleeps with it. I kid you not. So far, none have been chewed up, broken, or met their demise in any other way.
And the Great Room Tree:
But it’s my favorite. Mostly because of just that reason – it’s packed to the brim with all of the keepsake ornaments.
Some were bought because they had special meaning that year:
Some were picked out by my little cousins as their special ornaments for that year:
That’s my Christmas trees. . . . . For this year.
There are always those after Christmas sales to look forward to, and who knows what will be added to the collection for next year. Oh, the horror.
Tune in next year for the continuing story.