Confessions of a Weinachtsbaum Junkie

It is 20 days until Christmas.

I have not yet begun to decorate That Old House,

but today we'll begin bringing the boxes down from the attic.

Out will come the decorations and the lights and the ornaments.

Oh, especially the ornaments.

Read on, as I recycle a 2009 post

about the Christmas Trees at That Old House.

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I confess: I am addicted to Christmas Trees.

No other holiday bling is as mesmerizing as a Christmas tree.

I even put a tiny tree, a gift from my daughter Anne, at the side of my kitchen sink:

(The card stock backsplash was temporary while we slowly remodeled the kitchen!
We finally finished in November '10.)

In our powder room, a wee Santa Claus tree greets visitors.
(Get it?  Wee?  I crack myself up.)

In our front hallway, a tabletop tree, decorated by Anne for a dorm room a few years back:

In the dining room, a spiral tree in the middle of the bay windows.

No ornaments, just lights.

At the front entry, a small tree with lots of red balls and
red gilded apples, glass Santas and Snowmen, by day:

And by night:

Turn around from the front door, and look up the center hall stairs,

where a topiary tree stands sentry on the landing outside daughter Annie's little suite:

My feather tree, a gift from my sister-in-law Doris (from Winterthur's Museum Shop),
is on top of the old pie safe in the sunroom:

I have to balance the ornaments for the feather tree, or it tips over.
I just love collecting the teeny decorations.
It's so cute and so much fun. You should have one.   Yes... you should!

Our girls' tabletop tree, in the study, by night:

And by day:

In the Parlor, a tall artificial tree holds court. Night, and day, pictures:

Christmas trees look so much better at night.
Come to think of it, so do I.

Back in the conservatory, it's the fresh tree -- everybody's favorite, and almost always a Frasier Fir:

Our two big trees are a rag tag pair, with a hodgepodge of ornaments, from home-made lovelies and uglies to Lenox and Waterford, from Dollar Tree to Lord & Taylor. Some belonged to my parents and pre-date me, while others are brand new.
They all find space on a branch.

No themes, no color-coordinated decorator beauties. Our trees hold memories, and lots of them.

I love to look at and I do so admire beautifully and carefully decorated, themed, or color-coordinated Christmas trees,
but it's Trees Gone Wild for our 12 days of the holiday.

And that Frasier Fir in the sunroom? It shines with 1,700 colored lights. Bling-Bling!
My husband Howard is a Christmas-lights junkie.

What is, or was, or will be, on your Christmas tree(s)?
A crazy jumbled slumgullion of glitter and gleam, or a carefully edited collection?

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 May your Christmas be full of hope and joy,
may your home reflect your excitement and love,
and may your Christmas trees always be full of your special type of Bling! -- Cass

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