Out in the internet world, I occasionally stumble upon arguments against putting up a Christmas tree in my home. If I put up a tree, it seems I must be worshiping it like a Druid. Oh really? I just read a blog post indicating my love of the monarch butterfly may mean I am a secret Illuminati follower. Oh really?
I’ve collected Christmas ornaments for myself (and later with and for my children) since I moved out on my own in 1976. My first purchase was a pair of small clay turtle-doves. I gave one to my mother; the other I still hang on my Christmas tree.
Every year, I buy a fresh fir tree to put in my den.
Every year, I delight in hanging each ornament for every one of them holds a special memory. The ornaments are like the milestones of my life, fun to remember and good to cherish.
Watch out for those butterflies!