We've had a variety of tree types over the years. The first few years, they were all real trees. We didn't have the money for an artificial one, and after growing up with fake trees, I enjoyed the scent of pine in our home. I remember especially liking it our first Christmas when I was very nauseous from a little Bean growing inside and that was one smell that I really liked.
The trees varied a lot in size. The year Bug was 1, we went for the table top size because we didn't think there was much chance of him listening to the "don't touch the ornaments" rule. When Bean was 18 months, we had had a full size tree and after telling her once that the ornaments weren't toys and could break, she didn't bother them, but that was Bean, not Bug.
Then, in 2009, we bought our artificial tree. At 9 feet, its the tallest tree we've had, and that first year, the decorations were pretty sparse. Even though we've added to them over the years, they're still on the light side. But we have quite the eclectic collection. There is no question that our tree is of the sentamental type--no one will mistake it for one of the coordinated trees in a store window. But the ornaments have been collected or made with love.
Some of the favorites:
Daddy-o's pick last year. We try to get a new ornament for the family each year, as well as a new one for each of the kids. I think someday it would be nice to have a tree that is at least a little coordinated and this one is a fun style.
Bean's current favorite--she actually got me this hummingbird 2 years ago, and then last year, we couldn't find it anywhere. It was the strangest thing because we have managed to package up all our ornaments for years without losing anything. And then, this year, she pulled out a little ornament that happens to be a box and actually opened the box and there it was.
I think this is Bug's favorite right now. He made the Rudolph candy cane at the holiday sale and party that a local nursery has each November.
And while I can't quite pick a favorite our of all of them, this dove has a pretty funny story. When I was probably 8 or 9, I remember my mom taking me to Mervyn's and letting me split up with her and my brothers to do some Christmas shopping, I think for her. Well, instead of buying a gift while I was gone, I found this glass dove which I thought was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen and bought it for myself. And for years, I would pick a special spot each year where the most lights possible would shine on my dove, enhancing its beauty. Now, I look at it and a feel mildly guilty for the selfishness that I exhibited, but its too much a part of my Christmas tree history to feel too badly about it all. As my mom said, it can remind me of how far I've grown (or at least what I don't want to be these days.)