Oh, Christmas Tree

I feel so sad for you.

You used to be taller...but we are afraid our son will pull you over, so you shrank by 2ft this year. (for some reason a 6ft tree falling on him seems safer than an 8ft tree?!?)

You used to have presents under you, now they are hidden in our guest room.  The wrapping paper is too tempting to Jack and I refuse to re-wrap gifts 150 times before Christmas arrives.

You used to have beautiful glass ornaments all over you. This year you are "wearing" plastic ornaments, gold bows, and even some felt dinosaurs. Sorry, sister, but broken glass is dangerous and I have no doubt that 5-10 ornaments would have been broken in the one month you were up.

I look forward to the year you can be as beautiful and vibrant as you were in years past... It may take a while (especially if we keep having babies) but we'll get you back. Merry Christmas, Christmas Tree!