Christmas Home Tour

The Blog BooMama is hosting a tour of homes. You can show off all you elaborate, beautiful or like me, simple Christmas decorations.

If you decide to do your own tour you can go to the above blog and join in. If you decide to do a tour let me know so I can come and see your home.

Here is my Christmas time tour.

The Tree



Mr. Snowman given to me by my Dad.



This is my grandmothers, Santa and baby Jesus. I love this one.



Our Jesse Tree with the Holy Family.



Santa train given to me by my dad. I think this has been knocked over at least one thousand times.


Jesus needs a stocking too.



You can't have Christmas without a tissue paper roll nativity.



This little guy gets a special place on our tree. My grandpa gave him to me on the last Christmas I spent with him.


I hope you enjoyed the tour, and I hope you continue to enjoy the countdown to Christmas.

Oh Christmas Tree

My Dad is an over the top Christmas decorator. As a child our house was decorated to the max at Christmas time. Every piece of furniture was taken out of the living room and replaced with villages, snowmen, and motorized do dads.

One Christmas I will always remember is when my Dad decided that one Christmas tree just wasn’t enough. He brought home three full sized Christmas trees, one for my Dad to decorate, one for my brother and one for me. My parents live in a modest bungalow with an average to small size living room. It looked like a Christmas forest.

You can imagine my Dads shock when I started raising my own family and decided to use an artificial Christmas tree. I believe my Dad told me it was a sacrilege to put up a plastic tree. My Christmas decorations consist of a few Advent decorations, a fake tree and a couple of snowmen. My Dad is less than thrilled. (He loves me anyway)

To make sure my children our not deprived on Christmas, my Dad insists every year that my children go with him to pick out a real tree for my Mom and Dads house. This year was no different

I do enjoy picking out a Christmas tree and I even told my Dad that next year when we go to the tree lot I may even pick out a real one for our home. I think I saw a tear in his eye.

Here we are picking out a tree with my Parents, with my Dad in all his Christmas glory.