Every year, my family puts me in charge of putting up the Christmas tree and other interior decorations. Of course, this means ribbons, doorhangers, and random boughs of fake pine all over the place, as well as more traditional decorating duties (hanging the stockings, making sure that each ornament gets the best lighting, hiding the pickle, etc.). This also means that I have started some traditions of my own that aren’t exactly the most traditional.
Francis is clearly the most festive saint. (He’s indoors to protect him from the weather, as the statue is fairly old and has sentimental value and already has a few cracks. Our original one got stolen from the front yard, so this also protects him from thieves!)
My mom has a large collection of festive teddy bears (and one moose) that we put out during the holidays. So, of course, every year I borrow my sister’s “honorary bear” to add to the bear pile.
Santa jail: the most merry form of incarceration around. It’s watched over by Inspector Nutcracker, but I couldn’t get him in the shot. He nabbed all these folks on B&E charges. They were booked straight onto the naughty list.
General Ginger gets a place of honor at the very top of the tree. He lost a lot of good fighters back in the Spice Wars of ‘95. You were too young to die, but too brave to live. Your noble sacrifices will never be forgotten. *salutes*
And, as a pet-owning household, the most important tradition — no ornaments on the bottom quarter of the tree, and only soft, lightweight, non-breakable ones on the bottom third. That’s the domain of plushes, origami, and other ornaments that can’t be harmed by or harm a string-eating cat and a very energetic dog.