Ages and stages…

…of Christmas trees.
When I was young, my parents drove my brother and me from Maryland to New Hampshire to celebrate Christmas in our family vacation cabin. It had no running water or central heat so the week was always like camping. The best part was trudging through the snow on our ten acres to cut down our own Christmas tree.
As we all got older and busier we celebrated Christmas together in my parents’ home in Maryland. We would all go to a tree lot to pick a nice fresh tree.
When I started my own family traditions I continued to bring home a fresh tree from a lot and enjoyed decorating it with my girls.
As our girls left home, buying a fresh tree became more of a hassle than a joy, so we bought a fake one I could put up myself.
Last year we did without a tree, but this summer I found a vintage ceramic tree like my dad used to put up in his den at home. So here it is, no fuss no muss, and lots of fond memories!