Decorating the Christmas tree was a big deal when I was growing up.

We would gather around and wait anxiously for my mom to hand us an ornament to hang on our freshly picked out tree.

Our favorites were the ones we knew were ours.

The one with a picture of a cute baby on it and our name under it.

Or the one with babies first Christmas written on it and our birth year.

Knowing I will not always have little hands so happy to help decorate the tree I decided to give them free reign.

My youngest said the ribbon needed to be in a pile to keep the tree warm.

They were so happy to hang every ornament.

So many memories wrapped up in each one.

One day I will have a perfectly decorated tree.

The beads will be hanging nice and neat, not sagging down.

The ornaments will be all over and not in one spot.

What a sad little tree that will be.

I will enjoy my tree of today and the little boys that helped me decorate it.

Perfection is in the eye of the beholder.

To me my tree is perfect.