There's a year missing here and there. Here's the first one in 1981:
|I especially like the cherubs eye slowly leaking down its face!|
Here is the one I meant to be my last:
And here's the one I somehow was bamboozled into painting the very next year:
|Somehow the quality has gone downhill. I don't think my heart was in this one.|
Now my children are making one a year so that when they eventually move out (they both insist they'll be living with me forever) they'll each have their own stash of ornaments to decorate their own trees. Thanks for starting such an awesome tradition Mom and Dad!