Those who know me know I love Christmas ornaments, fancy ones. None of those plain old round shiny brites (unless they are antique)
My pictures don't nearly do them justice. In this picture I spy a pink bear ballerina with feather wings, 2 peas in a pod, a frog bride, an owl, a shepherd and his sheep, Kermit the frog on a globe, and many more.
More "I spy", a cockatiel, another frog, Noah's ark, a cowboy, and a clip on lady bug.
See the two ornaments, the beaded star with a green ball on the inside, and the house with a white ball. Those were the blacksmith's grandmother's. We bought them at her auction. There's an Indian maiden, a top, and an angel in this shot too.
I never counted them all, but I'm sure there are more then two hundred on my tree.
So today my grand daughter Lizzie was helping me. She thought it was the best thing ever to put the individually wrapped ornaments on the tree. (Did I say time consuming?)
She then came to this one, a pair of cowboy boots. "Seriously, cowboy boots?" she said. "Christmas is a birthday, Jesus' birthday".
It melted my heart. I am so glad her parents have instilled the meaning of Christmas in a little four year old. Just when you think she isn't getting any thing out of church, or those weekly religion classes, she pops up with the true meaning.
Jesus is the reason!
