The very best part of Christmas for me is opening the box of tree ornaments and remembering the "who, when, & why" of each one. There are the ones that the kids made in nursery school, the dated ones, the ones given to me by friends, the anatomically correct (male) angel ornament that Davy protests every time we put it on the tree, the handmade snowflakes from my Aunt Helen, the ones that we made recently with cut-out photos of the kids when they were babies, and then, there is the ugly ornament. Look for the red Santa suit in the middle of the photo...Yes, just the suit - there's no Santa wearing it...When Stacey was in high school, she & her friends had this "progressive" Christmas party - they traveled from house to house and exchanged ornaments at each house and gave the most offending one to the mom at the house...(Stacey, you can refresh my memory...)
I ended up with the ugly Santa suit ornament - which I don't think is really that ugly - but it's always been referred to as the ugly ornament. I save a space on the front of the tree every year for it.
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Mom, it looks like Santa got beheaded. How is that not worthy of the title ugly?
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