The Sunday after Thanksgiving, we always put our Christmas tree up.
We started doing this ten years ago after we moved into our house.
At the time my grandma was still alive, and she LOVED kids and I knew how much she appreciated spending time with mine and just watching them.
So my parents would bring her up and the kids would decorate the tree and gma would just sit on the couch and watch and love very second of it.
My grandma died a few years ago, but the tradition still lives on with my parents coming up every year.
The kids look forward to this every year.
It’s nothing fancy or major, but that’s the tradition.
Grammy and Papa come up, we decorate the tree and listen to Christmas music, and then we enjoy the tree.
My mom is always the ornament-hander-outer.
My dad always joins in and hangs up a couple ornaments.
The kids are usually fairly good.
But there is pretty much always a big fight over which ornament belongs to which kid or who gets to hang up a certain ornament or who was really to blame for an ornament falling off the tree and shattering.
But for the first time in, well… ever, there was no fighting and not one ornament was broken! It was a Christmas miracle!
And so another Sunday-after-Thanksgiving is in the books. Our little tradition is nothing fancy or crazy, but I really do love it.
I’m glad I have this memory, I’m glad my parents have this memory, and I’m super glad my kids will have these memories.
Bring on the Christmas season!