Anatomy of a Christmas Tree

Now that you've seen Papa's Crèche (but I have to confess, and as shocking as it may sound since you saw both a hunter and a fisherman hanging out in that thing, that you didn't get to see all of it), lets take a closer look at mon petit sapin de Noël.

See how that Joyeux Noël hanging from the branches is blue and not red, or green. Well that's because our tree is pretty much blinged out in blue and yellow gold, ASM Clermont's colors. Now, whose idea might that have been... (I'll give you a hint, it wasn't me and it wasn't Fifty so.... ). So yeah, with the exception of a few random ornaments, I have a tree dedicated to a rugby team. How very festive.

But my tree isn't all blue and gold, I have a few Newbridge silver ornaments that have been gifted to me over the years. They're my little bit of Ireland shimmering brightly from the tree (even if the silver clashes with all the gold a tad bit). And I have another piece of Ireland...

When my mother was moving back to Texas from Dublin, her sister-in-law gave her this angel and then not too long after, passed away. My mother thought I'd like the angel for me tree and brought it over for me, so now I feel like I have a real angel (thanks Auntie Kay and say hi to my daddy for me - I have this great image of them having pints together in heaven). 

And I just realized that despite The Husband's Clermont Rugby theme, I've got a whole lot of Ireland on there too... there's the red Starbucks cup I bought in Dublin last year that's been waiting patiently to be hung up (if I can't get the real thing, I'll take a mini ceramic one. I like to pretend it's full of  Gingerbread Latte). 

Then of course there's my favorite Christmas ornament (it may look like nothing more than a beer mat that I swiped from a pub in Dublin but it is oh so much more than that).  

Now would you look at that... even though my favorite ornament is an Irish ornament, it's a rugby ornament too, which kind of goes hand in hand with The Husband's theme so it all works out in the end. A bit of me, a bit of him and it's all topped off by the sweetest, most golden angel of them all... 

RoRo.

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