|Smells as homey as it looks...that's an apple crisp cooling on the stove.|
Phew, I'm all done decorating my home for Christmas and while I thought about taking you on a full tour of the place, I have decided against it. You see, it'd be pretty redundant. My December decor is basically the same this year, as it was last and if I've added anything new, well, I've already shown it to you.
Sticking with the old plan may not leave me with anything fresh to feature, but as my mom used to say, if it ain't broke...well, you get the idea.
Turns out, simple and rustic suits me very well. I donated several large boxes which left me with much less to display. Adding Christmas was a quick task and now I have more time to enjoy my festive view.
And I do.
At night, I sit alone in the kitchen or living room, lights dimmed, candles...um....on...and I just look around.
Of course, it's not the best lighting for pictures, but in real life, it's peaceful, meditative and calm. In these moments, when the house is clean and quiet, my mind is clean and quiet and I can reflect on what really matters...
|A few simple Christmas accents in my family room.|
I'm focused on the joys of the day, the sound of my girls singing in the other room, the memories that are attached to each Santa or snowman and the people I miss or can't wait to see in the coming weeks.
They may not be necessary, but the garland and the trees set the stage for me to welcome Christmas into my home and my heart. If I'm always moving, rushing past them, not really paying attention to the lights and sparkle, then what's the point? There's a reason for the season and that reason is why I decorate.
When I was little there were no DVRs, Netflix or On Demand programming. Rudolph and Frosty came on once and if you missed them, that was that. I remember waiting for those specials with baited breath. My brother and I would circle the listings in the TV Guide with red marker and remind our parents, relentlessly, that we all had to watch. And we did.
We gathered in the family room, tree and fire lit, huddled together amongst the Early American decor to cheer for the underdog and hide from the Bumble. I always dove into my dad, my head covered with a pillow...at least until he lost his teeth. The Bumble...not my dad.
Great memories and fun shows.
I watched every Christmas special the networks offered up, but honestly, A Charlie Brown Christmas and How The Grinch Stole Christmas were not high on my list. Charlie Brown whined a lot and the Grinch was scary. As I entered my teens and twenties, I never missed Rudolph, but The Peanuts Gang and Whoville were intentionally skipped from about 14 to 30.
Then I had kids. Having kids makes a kid out of you again at Christmas, doesn't it? Suddenly, you recall your own childhood holidays with affection, and accurate or not, you had the best traditions, got the best presents and watched the best tv shows. Naturally, you want to provide that to your own children and the idea of reliving it all through their eyes makes you giddy.
At least that's how I felt.
That meant that Charlie Brown and The Grinch made their way back into our holiday viewing line up. They were part of my childhood and holiday classics. So I watched, begrudgingly.
However through grown up eyes, they were different and I began to love those two cartoons best. Oh, don't get me wrong, I still adore Rudolph and his grouchy Santa. I mean, who could resist those catchy little tunes? I know every single line, and recite them in voices for the whole hour.
Everyone loves that.
A colorful, sixty minute sing-a-long led by me.
I'm completely silent when an exasperated Charlie Brown asks if anyone knows what Christmas is all about. When Linus says, "Lights, please" and then recites his monologue on stage, I lose it. I get chills and by the time he's done, I'm actually choked up. Teary-eyed. Happens every time. Even now, just writing about it, hearing his words in my head, by the light of my tree, I need a tissue.
I'm less emotional when the Grinch's heart grows, but still silent as he wonders how Christmas came without boxes and bags, ribbons or tags...that perhaps, Christmas means a little bit more.
More than my gift bag signs or my pillow sham furniture covers.
More than my candy cane hurricane or the triple wreath on my front door and by the light of my electric candles, when the house is quiet and clean, I remember that.
Hey ~ before you go, I would love to thank my wonderful friends for some holiday treasures. AnnMarie at Musings Of A Vintage Junkie made a beautiful (and red-ribboned) handmade mason jar scene...
and Kris from Junk Chic Cottage sent tasty treats and note cards (also kissed with red!).
I am truly grateful and genuinely touched by the kindness that abounds in this intangible land of blogs. Thank you ladies you made my day! xo
AND...if you can believe it, I won another giveaway. I know! Craziness!! This one is from Carolyn at Homework. It's a spectacular coffee table book that I can't wait to dig into.
Isn't it pretty?? Do I even need to mention the red??
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