Oh, Christmas Tree

Truly, grandchildren weren't on the radar when I started collecting Hallmark ornaments many years ago. I was just attracted to the color and the detail and the memories that could be associated with this one or that one.

Now, though, I'm so happy that the collecting went on, when the front door opens and someone says, "there's the tree," followed by the plopping down of both kids and the words, "oh, I remember that one" begin."

And then, the ornaments start coming off. Piles are guarded and there may be a little trading or temporary sadness because the other has the plane or the train or the Snow White witch. And all this time, coats and hats are still on because that's not where the focus is.

I love it all.