I had to dig and dig through moving boxes, and many decorations have not been found, nor places decided to put them, so this year my decorating is slap-dash at best. Yet, there is the ever-thrill of Christmas. No matter what is happening in my life, at Christmas I become a child again.
I threw these bits around the door– and am enjoying taking part in the blog tour, Doors of Welcome, hosted by Karen at Some Days Are Diamonds.
Our traditions have changed a little over the years. After thirty-nine years of live trees, which we put up the second Saturday before Christmas, last year we succumbed to a pre-lit artificial tree. So much easier, and up at the very first of the month! The earlier the better, I say. My mother’s vintage glass ball still goes at the top.
We call it the ‘War Ball’, because it dates from World War II, when metal was scarce; it was simply painted with red, green, and white stripes, which have faded to pink and white, no green remaining.
Here is a very blurry picture of a rocking horse made of baker’s clay. Remember that?–made with, of all things for me, wheat flour. This horse is about twenty-eight years old, made one winter when my son was a little one. My little Sweetie-Pie now likes to make it rock, so the blurring is it’s natural state.
Then there is the star on top. I spied it one year in, I think, the Dollar General. I loved the vintage look of it. Bigstreetrod saw my delight with it and helped me look through the picked-over boxes until we found an unopened one.
What is Christmas? It is tenderness for the past, courage for the present, hope for the future. It is a fervent wish that every cup may overflow with blessings rich and eternal, and that every path may lead to peace. ~Agnes M. Pharo
Each year, I’m tired, behind on everything, and stressed about many things. But Christmas comes just the same. And I am somehow given the greatest gifts, those of kindness, joy, and hope. Guess what–I’m already thinking: “Next year I shall…”