This year, I decided to change things up. I bought a second Christmas tree (yes, it’s another fake tree, but I’ve embraced the convenience and longevity of them), and this time, I wanted it to be more than just a display of gold. I wanted it to have a story—my story. So, I decided to take a more hands-on approach and create my own ornaments. I dusted off my sewing box and started stitching: tiny cross-stitched cushions, little patchwork gingerbread men, and simple fabric stars, all carefully made by my hands. I thought it would be fun to see how these handmade creations would look on a tree, and in a way, it would be a reflection of me. I didn’t have any grand plans or elaborate designs—just the joy of creating something from scratch.

At first, the tree was bare, a little too empty for my liking. But as I added each ornament, it started to feel more like mine, more personal. Sure, it’s still a work in progress, but there’s something deeply satisfying about watching it slowly fill up with little bits of creativity and love. It doesn’t have the polished look of the golden tree, but it’s filled with warmth and care. Each ornament, no matter how small or simple, feels like a piece of me—something I’ve put time and effort into, something I can look at and feel proud of.

I love that this new tree feels different. It’s a bit more imperfect, a bit more fun, and a lot more personal. The golden tree still stands tall in its shimmering glory, but this second tree? It’s becoming a symbol of my own holiday spirit—a tree that’s mine in a more meaningful way. Each new ornament I add feels like I’m crafting a small tradition for myself, and I can’t wait to see how it looks when it’s finally complete. Even if it’s a little bare this year, I know it’ll be filled with more love and memories as the years go by.