Since childhood, I have loved everything about this time of year, but Christmas holds a special place in my heart.
Seeing happy little faces with eyes full of wonder and amazement. Curious questions about how big jolly Santa fits down the chimney and shimmies back up the chimney flue after he eats a plate of cookies are always fun.
Of course, there are the gatherings for dinners and Christmas parties that are always fun.
Most of all I love all the twinkling lights and the decorations.
The garland, real or faux, bows and ribbons galore just make every space feel cozy and warm.
This time of year truly is merry and bright. There are so many reasons why I love Christmas most of all.
As much as I look forward to the Christmas season there are a few things that I sorely miss- my grandmother is one of those missed people. The older we grow, I think we all come to learn that the season of Merry and Bright inevitably comes with feelings of sadness. My grandmother knew how to carry on with a heart full of joy despite carrying sadness around and allowing bitterness to creep in.
As I grew into my teen years, my grandmother entrusted me with being in charge of her Christmas decorating. Sometimes she would have a new collection of ornaments for me to add to the tree and it was my job to figure out how to make everything coordinate. That could be challenging with an eclectic collection of ornaments.
One of the last things my grandmother purchased before becoming sick were bird decorations for her Christmas tree. She loved birds. Using her little birds each year in my main Christmas tree is a sentimental touch to my holiday decorating.
Usually, I go with softer, faded colors and a bit of a shabby style for the main living area, but this year it’s a bit more of a traditional French Country Christmas style with touches of red and plenty of my favorite neutral- white. I do have a few areas where I’ve kept to my tried and true shabby styles like these pretty bell shaped ornaments tied around old weathered books. Then there is this pretty little shabby corner too.
I will be sharing the full reveal of this year’s Christmas style very soon and a comical story about those old fashioned red apples that I inherited from my grandmother. To be honest, I have had those red apples in my stash of Christmas decor for over 15 years. This is the first year I have used them on my tree just like she used to when I was a wee little bratty sprite.
I realize they are dated, but I still love them. They seemed so perfect with this years very white and green Christmas decor. If you have jokes, please do tell. I promise that a joke about my 1980’s apples won’t offend me. Ha ha. I make fun of the 80’s all the time anyway.