The More the Merrier
IN MY HOUSE, we start decking the halls early and we go all out. My partner, Amy, and I are British, so it probably has something to do with rebelling against our stiff-upper-lip DNA (I certainly didn’t grow up with a giant light-up moose on my front lawn). But it’s also a way to create new traditions when our families are a transatlantic plane ride away. Whenever we travel somewhere with our kids, Freddie, 6, and Henry, 2, we buy an ornament as a souvenir. It has to be something that reminds us of the trip, and if there’s a story attached to how or where we found it, even better. Freddie is like a magpie — if it’s hideous and gaudy, he wants it. Which is why there’s a tabletop…
