I see beautiful photos of trees all the time...
and I swoon and dream just a bit.
One day the tree will be all mine to adorn with glittering perfection,
and to stand tall in a graceful urn, but right now,
the tree belongs to my kids.
That is how I remember it growing up.
With the exception of my Dad putting on the lights
and a few precious ornaments my Mom had,
my brother and I were allowed to decorate the tree
and it is one of my fondest memories.
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