Finding the Art in Everything

30 December, 2009

Christmas Traditions

Each year, my mom buys us a Hallmark ornament to commemorate something important to us from the year, or because the ornament shows one of our favorite things. We are each responsible for hanging our respective set of ornaments on the three. Some ornaments have a lost history, resulting in the occasional fight over ownership. These ornaments, however, have unmistakable owners.

Dad's. Obviously.

Mine, from the year I declared an English Major

Lindsay's, from the year she got Baron--her blond, deranged spaniel

Mine, from my year as captain on the Drumline

Tim's, because the kid carried a blanket until high school (not really.)

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