Ok you guys. It’s here – the hustle and bustle, the energy of the holiday season. What it is exactly, it’s hard to say. You can feel it in the air and see it in the sparkle of the night. It tickles your nose in the chilly air and kisses your toes by the roaring fire. It’s the magic of Christmas and it sneaks up on you when your not looking.
For me, it has always been the tree. I try to deny it some years because of the amount of work that goes into it, but it’s the ticky tacky Christmas tree that feels like magic to me for sure. What is it about the combination of the green branches, twinkly lights, and little bits and baubles that warm up a room? It must be magic. I can remember as a kid, we always went to my grandparents house to help them decorate their tiny little artificial table top tree. It was always my favorite tree! I would sit by the glow of that little tree for hours, mesmerized by its sparkle dreaming of the magic of Christmas.
The first thing that came to me when we finished this tree was that it reminded me so much of my grandmas little table top cutie.
Ours didn’t get decorated with the big production that I had planned in my head this year with the cocoa and red pajamas. Sometimes you just have to roll with it I guess. My daughter helped me with it Friday after school while my son started a fire, popping in and out as he pleased. It was fun! And we did have Christmas music playing and a roaring fire like I was hoping for—not so shabby. My honey came home just as I was snapping some photos for the blog and he couldn’t be more pleased with himself, showing up as we were just finishing up.