Here we have last year's wreath (a real one), which we made a little ceremony out of fetching—getting coffee from our favorite little place and planning a bunch of sellers to visit. We actually found it at our first one, which was a random Lowes, but it dressed up our brick wall really nicely and gave the apartment a good smell. (We took nicer pictures of it, but apparently we didn't save those). Our Christmas was quiet last year (just the two of us) with lots of good food Theresa made and, surprisingly, the first time I had baked a pie since we got together! Naturally, we had no idea we'd be spending Christmas 2020 in pretty much the exact same way.
So our next one is from all the way back in 2017, when I bought Theresa's piano off of Craigslist. Needed lots of help that day (borrowing Grandpa's truck, the pasture trailer from Charles and Nate's house, luck getting to the gas station as the truck ran out on the highway, Eric's help loading the piano, more help getting it into the house, then even more luck finding my jacket after it blew off the trailer and onto the intersection at 17th and Main) but it was a fun adventure and Theresa's really enjoyed having it, even if we've kind of neglected it in all of our moving (really needs tuned). It's also provided some bonding experiences, since we had to recruit co-workers and friends to get it into our POD.
It must have been that year or the year before when we spent Christmas in a hotel in Utah, but it was still one of our favorites. Since Salt Lake City shut down so entirely everything seemed calm, finding any services was an adventure, and we went up into the mountains there which was nice and snowy.
Going further back there's Benny getting his first bow tie in 2012. He was handsome and he knew it, plus, he got a gift, which he really loved!
In 2011 (my first year in a campus house instead of the dorms) we scheduled a party to decorate our tree. Being EcoHouse though, we made everything or scavenged it:





Some fond memories for you!
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Spending Christmas in Utah is a favorite memory.
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