My husband and my ornaments from our childhood were mostly passed down with a few that my Mom kept (Im not sure about hubs situation). However as a welcoming I would if I were you gift them a "Our First Christmas"/other relationship type one, to show you care about their relationship and just say if you two wish to carry on the tradition of getting an ornament each year if not just let me know and I wont purchase any more :) say it lightheartedly so they dont have any pressure, or just give the gift and if youd like him to follow your tradition say to embrace your new partner and to set you up on your own we decided to get you your first ornament as a couple, if you want any from your childhood we would be happy to pass it along, but do not want to push as I know DIL's family had a different tradition growing up so I dont want to push

Thank you, it is FUN and that is what matters to me. As you can see schoolhouse I have been through more than one St. Francis. Once their age begins to show too much they are relegated to the back yard.

Hey, I just happen to know about that holy trash dumping first hand lol! Hundreds of years ago, our office served as a drop-off point for donations to a new charity in the small town in which I lived then; the charity didn't yet have its own building, & it was Christmas time. Most people just brought in their boxes & said thanks, & we said thanks, & they left. One day a young, well-if-casually-dressed woman came in & questioned me closely about the donations. When she was satisfied that the charity deserved her "donations", she had her husband bring in their 2 little moppets. Gravely, she explained to the moppets that they were doing a good deed by giving their old toys to "the poor" (I hadn't heard that term since the last time I watched an old movie like maybe A Christmas Carol), & her husband hauled in some boxes & she ceremoniously presented the boxes to us. Next day, I was first in the office; unlocked the door, went in, was overwhelmed by the smell, looked everywhere, couldn't find it. Secretary came in & immediately said, "It's the boxes those people brought in.". Not only were the toys broken & torn up, but the husband's sweaty, grass-clipping-smeared week-old laundry was in there. The guys at the hardware store next door just shook their heads when they gave our secretary the key to their dumpster (we only had "trash bag" pick-up, no way to get rid of this mess). After that, I checked every incoming box & bag, & for a little while, I felt a bit guilty about pawing through the people's donations, but it beat having to take an anti-histamine & air out the office! (& the head of the charity added a new stipulation in her newsletter, something like, "Please do not offer us your old socks, used underwear, or broken or dirty items. If you can't use it, our clients can't use it.") edited to add: I had to edit to correct a typo, so I'm adding this: It's been many many years since I've thought of this. The moppets would be grown by now, & I wonder how they turned out. Maybe they wrap up their discarded yard-work clothes, used coffee grounds, & broken electronics for their parents at Christmas!

No, I wound either twine or curling ribbon tightly around each spoon, much easier on the ones that I bent. I did not want to bend nor drill holes in the sterling baby spoons to save them for the next generation.