Holiday Ornaments

Hello.  Remember me?  I used to write stories from my life on here.  I'm still involved in living the stories, which is why I haven't written anything in a while.  That and my brain is practically non-functioning, but that's nothing new.  Taking care of the elderlies has eaten up a lot of time and brain power, too.  Sooooo, elderlies and no brain equals lots of time running around like the proverbial headless chicken.  I actually forgot to go to church this morning.  I have been consumed with Christmas decorating (which I absolutely love) and just plain forgot.  That should tell you something about my brain.  I am the Scarecrow.  And today is my mother's birthday, so I'll be taking her out to eat and she can yammer yammer yammer away bout nuttin.  That will be something new and different.  HA!  But she'll have a good time.  I hope.....  
So as I trimmed the tree a few weeks ago (remember, in this household, the tree goes up when the huzbin has a free minute), I pulled out the "despised ornament."  Do you have a despised ornament on your tree?  Maybe you do and you don't know about it.  This particular ornament was given to us a thousand years ago when our family was only three.  It is a red velvet fireplace with a paper fire in it and has three stocking hanging from the mantle.  One for the huzbin, one for the daughter, and one for me. For some reason, I used to think my MIL gave it to us, but that cannot be possible because she never like me and had she given me the ornament, it would have had only two stockings hanging from the mantle - one for the huzbin and one for the daughter.  Actually, that's another lie I'm telling.  It would have had only one stocking - for her little prince.  Anyway, when the son was born and began realizing the stories behind ornaments, he became very upset with this particular ornament as it dawned on him that he had been excluded.  Never mind the ornament came into being before he did; he was very upset about this exclusion and ordered the ornament to be put on the back of the tree where no one could see it.  Every year since that tree trimming experience, the despised ornament takes it's ugly place of dishonor on the back of the tree where no one sees it.  Ever.  Why don't I just pitch it, you think?  If you remember, the MIL was in the habit of giving the most CRAP presents on the planet.  So if she really gave us this ornament, it's only appropriate that it hangs on the back of the tree.  Sometimes that's just the way it is.  Better to be safe than.... uh....fill in the blank - my brain stopped working.