Why I Can't Stand a Designer Christmas Tree
I know what you're going to say. And I agree, they do look good. But no matter how great I think they look, I just cannot get on board the Designer Christmas Tree Express. I grew up with probably a fairly similar Christmas tree to you. Homemade ornaments, family ornaments passed down over the years, maybe some ribbon cascading down and some sort of ancient angel or something for atop. To me the family Christmas tree is all about tradition.
Growing up, we had these lights that when turned on looked like they had water bubbling inside of them. My Mother called them 'Budda Budda' lights and she had them growing up. We had certain ornaments that when we unwrapped them, they were like long lost friends that we got to reunite with every December. We would oooh and ahh and say 'remember this one?' Or 'Mom, how old was I when I made this one?'
This brings me to the Designer Christmas Tree. Where is the tradition in all that gorgeous matchingness? Where is the sentimentality in buying new ornaments every year for that year's 'theme'? Where are the memories? There aren't any. No one ever is going to say, hey Mom, remember when we had that beautiful silver and green themed tree in 2017? Or the Toy Soldier tree in 2015? God I loved that. Nope, these words are NEVER going to escape your kid's mouths.
Give me the homemade ornaments and art projects and the toy soldiers from my Dad's trees growing up and the weird Westie angel figurine that is both terrifying and hilarious and graces the top of our tree annually. Give me the matchstick picture ornament and the ornaments I have lovingly collected from everywhere from Kashmir to Provence. Give me the memories and the traditions in all its mismatched glory.
The rest of my home may look magazine ready (sometimes) but my Christmas tree is one that only the Larkin family would love.