By Rob Basso on
1/4/2011 12:32 PM
No this is not a pile of junk, it is my family history by way of Christmas ornaments. Each year we add a few more to the tree. A cute picture of the dog or one of the kids, maybe a fairy or two. My favorite is a fat Santa riding a Harley. This seemingly random pile of memorabilia would only mean something to me and my family; pretty useless to anyone else. I sat staring at the pile for a few minutes and realized how mush time had passed based on the growth of my kids, and dog Carlos, in the tiny picture frames we adorn the tree with. That's when it hits me smack in the face...