Ususally every year we travel for Christmas... that's fine, it's what happens when you live far from family. Yet, even though we leave our house, we still decorate our own house, with our own tree and sing with our music loud and bake cookies - totally wrecking a probably already wrecked kitchen. Our ornaments are simple, most made and painted with the kids, hung by yarn. We string popcorn , have a million lights... and most of all, share the spirit with eachother, full of love and Christ.
This year, we have a tree, a little one, it's beautiful. But the kids and I decorated it while Mike slept to go and work another 12-14 hour shift on top of a plane in the rain and cold (I know, you walked to school 10 miles in the rin and snow through the woods or ghetto)... the point is... we did it alone, no music, cookies, I have a final tommorrow and it was something that we just fit in...Not our house, not our tree... borrowed
To boot, our ornaments are in storage, along with our nativity and wisemen, with our tree skirt and tree for that matter.
I'm greatful for what we have, It's just hard to have shallow roots during Christmas. Maybe next year...