I have a confession to make, despite my husband’s protests
I refuse to part with all of the horribly tacky ornaments from my childhood.
|Like this Holly Hobbie…|
|the mini felt stocking my mom made in the 80s|
|this beauty from my grandma’s basement|
|hand-crocheted Santa my Grandma made|
|Poor plastic Mary was separated from Joseph|
and Baby Jesus when I moved out on my own.
|Why yes, this is a plastic disco ball.|
|Nothing says Christmas like a porcelain bear in a nightdress.|