When I was a child Christmas time was magical to me. Stuff happened, cookies were made, trees were brought in, presents were awaiting. Everything about Christmas and the days leading up to it seemed magical and fun and…sort of unfathomable from my child’s eye view. I don’t feel that way anymore, though I remember as a young adult feeling it slip away. So every year I try to recover a tiny bit of the magic. Unwrapping the Christmas ornaments begins with removing the old section of the Chicago tribune that was packing and keeping the ornaments safe
and now I don’t have a nine foot tall tree filled with tinsel, I DO still have the ornaments. And the ornaments have the magic.
Maybe this is because I just stared and stared at them so much when I was a kid?
On The Way 
Great pictures of great memories. Every year, when we get our bunch of ornaments out, I am always surprised that they seem smaller than I remember them. Comes from the staring, I guess.
The start of a beautiful holiday season! Sounds like we may have snow decorating our gardens by tomorrow too!