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The 8th Wonder

Pre-lit artificial Christmas tree - $100
Christmas ornaments - 18 years and four children's imagination (and their teachers)
Putting up tree without cussing and letting children do all the decorating - Priceless

Too wordy to be a real Visa commercial, huh?

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  1. AW-Merry Christmas.

    Our prelit tree lights got tangled pretty bad so I thought I would try to fix them. ...the tree is now naked and the light strands are way worse.

    Can your kids come over?

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  2. My tree is so full of ornaments already I don't know where we'll put all the new ones they will continue to make.

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  3. I love this post.

    My husband always asks why our tree doesn't look like the pictures of nicely decorated trees--well, having nearly all homemade ornaments means they don't really fit into a specific theme.

    Of course with six kids making the same ornament at once we do have some flow to it.

    Merry Christmas!

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  4. We had one loose bulb on the prelit tree...I cussed cuz I couldn't find it, and we had one section of tree that was dark.

    All is better now. I like seeing that my ornaments are now getting higher on the tree, as The Boy's eye level is almost to the top - better than a growth chart!

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  5. Pretty tree. I am still cursing through lighting mine . . .

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  6. Hey wait-it's not Visa, it's Mastercard... Visa is "Everywhere You Want to Be" or something like that... and for everything else, there's Mastercard.

    OMG too much TV....

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