We got our christmas tree yesterday and I brought out all my vintage ornaments, most of them inherited from my grandmother and some thrifted. They all tell a story of another time, the story of a perfect christmas with a perfect family. Yesterday felt nothing like that. We were all exhausted after the Lucia celebrations at the kid’s preschool, the kids were high on sugar and Ines had a major melt down because the tree we decided to buy were too big. We got our tree anyway, Ines decided to accept the size of it, and me and her dressed it, in clusters, on the same branches. Now the house holds a heavy scent of the tree and I can almost manage to put us back into that image of the perfect christmas, until the next melt down.