Comments on: Holiday Hoopla http://parentingwithoutalicense.com/2007/12/22/holiday-hoopla/ I'm the scofflaw in your mother'hood Thu, 20 Nov 2008 18:13:58 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.0.1 by: Karin http://parentingwithoutalicense.com/2007/12/22/holiday-hoopla/#comment-3328 Tue, 25 Dec 2007 05:35:28 +0000 http://parentingwithoutalicense.com/2007/12/22/holiday-hoopla/#comment-3328 My mom always made sure that there were two yearly ornaments for us, thus she got to keep one and I got to take one. My mom always made sure that there were two yearly ornaments for us, thus she got to keep one and I got to take one.

]]> by: victoria adams http://parentingwithoutalicense.com/2007/12/22/holiday-hoopla/#comment-3246 Mon, 24 Dec 2007 18:01:19 +0000 http://parentingwithoutalicense.com/2007/12/22/holiday-hoopla/#comment-3246 what is a meme ? what is a meme ?

]]> by: MaryP http://parentingwithoutalicense.com/2007/12/22/holiday-hoopla/#comment-3113 Sun, 23 Dec 2007 14:38:08 +0000 http://parentingwithoutalicense.com/2007/12/22/holiday-hoopla/#comment-3113 I am totally with you on number eight. Trees should be a riotous and meaningful mish-mash of bits and pieces lovingly accumulated over the years, including, but not limited to: coloured lights, wooden cranberry garlands with teeth marks in them from when your oldest was two and thought they were real berries; miscellanious salt-dough stars, covered gloppily in red and gold acrylic paint; fragments of felt hand-stitched into a six-inch garland and a few cut-up credit cards for the anti-consumer message. Some of these things are no longer on my tree, but have been taken by my eldest (who made them) to grace her tree in her home. Thus the gloriousness of the chaotic Christmas tree is passed on, generation unto generation. I am totally with you on number eight. Trees should be a riotous and meaningful mish-mash of bits and pieces lovingly accumulated over the years, including, but not limited to: coloured lights, wooden cranberry garlands with teeth marks in them from when your oldest was two and thought they were real berries; miscellanious salt-dough stars, covered gloppily in red and gold acrylic paint; fragments of felt hand-stitched into a six-inch garland and a few cut-up credit cards for the anti-consumer message.

Some of these things are no longer on my tree, but have been taken by my eldest (who made them) to grace her tree in her home.

Thus the gloriousness of the chaotic Christmas tree is passed on, generation unto generation.

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