I should also totally confess that I once offered my dear friend a Christmas tree for her use (because we were going to leave for the states right after Christmas and I thought I would just do a little Christmas decorating with a little tree - I was wrong). Said friend and her precious family had recently arrived in the Dominican and for some strange reason did not bring a Christmas tree with them (no intiendo!). (Despite the fact that she did not cart a Christmas tree and all the fixings from Canada to the D.R., and despite what I am about to tell you, we became fast friends.) So after I willingly offered her my tree, living in the delusion that I would just do the little Christmas thang, but while she was out of town for the weekend, I accidentally (?) put up and decorated the tree that I had offered her. I tell you this not because I am proud of being an Indian giver, but to describe the extent to which I am enamored by Christmas. It's like a disease I think - Christmas fever - and she even remained my friend and loved me inspite of my Christmas psychosis. Again, I digress . . . .
Our Christmas tree in our home is very whimsical - for the kids, of course *wink wink*. Glass candies and drink umbrellas mixed with Disney ornaments from Grandma and topped with obnoxious hot pink poinsettias, a glitzy Dominican peacock (per Tater) and velvety redbird (per Mamacita, Little Pickle) - something for everyone - well, except Jon - who is oh so easy going about all of this - thank you, Jesus!
Behold the Christmas cardinal atop hot pink poinsettias . . . .
Because we're in the Caribbean after all . . .
She used to have homegirl Tinkerbell to accompany her,
but Tinkerbell took a tumble (real tears were shed).
We have these little frogs that I adore, but they are pretty dainty and every year
more and more appendages are missing,
but I just keep hanging them up there.
Testosterone ornament for the boy.
Let's face it, art imitates life here
as the girlie ornaments totally
outnumber the boy ones.
In a house of 4 women to 2 dudes.
WATCHA GONNA DO?
And then there's the mouse tree.
Picture does not do justice.LOVE THIS. When one of my mom's good friends died a few years ago, my mom received part of her mouse collection - mice that had been made by the women of a church in Wisconsin for a church fundraiser. You can check them out here http://cathedralmice.com/! They have all kinds of different characters.
Every year in January you can order mice, and then in December you receive them! When my mom showed me hers - I fell in love. So now, for my bday, my mom orders me mice! My tree used to be mostly cheese - because I only had a few mice, but now my tree is more about the mice and less about the cheese. Again, my children LOVE this too! And yes, if I didn't have kids (or if I had kids that despised precious little ornamental mice *shutter*), I would still in fact be like this.
Oh Christmas Tree!