I love Christmas. Seriously. A lot. I'm what is known as a Christmas Dork.
All year long, I look forward to this magical time from Thanksgiving to Christmas. Because I truly believe it IS magical. It has the potential to bring out the very best in people (although it sometimes brings out the very worst, if I'm to believe some of the things I see in various stores....). There is this feeling (yes, I'll say it) in the air that truly good things are possible. That maybe, just maybe, people really do care about each other. That maybe they want to help each other. Maybe they want the best for each other. I think that all the time, but this time of year, other people seem to think it, too.
I believe in Santa Claus.
I cry when Frosty melts (every single time). My heart breaks for Rudolph and Hermie and the toys on the Island of Misfit Toys. Don't start me on Cindy Lou Who who was no more than two. And Charlie Brown and that tree.... Oh. My. Gosh.
This is My Time. Everything about it is full of tradition and special-ness.
Witness the following.....
I begged Mom to buy this for me when I was about 7. (I think. But I also seem to think that most things in my life happened when I was 7, so I could be wrong about that.) I have no idea what he is, but I love him. Something about him is too adorable for words. He went with me when I moved out of my parents. He is the first ornament on the tree (and the last one off) every year.
These two have been around for every Christmas in my memory. They have faded and changed slightly over the years. They no longer hang from a branch, but must be strategically affixed to one. But they captured my imagination as a small child and never let go. I have made up many, many stories about these birds and their lives and adventures. I wish I had written them down rather than just said them to myself. I stole them from Mom's tree when I moved to my own house. It is the second ornament on my tree every year.
This is the first really nice Christmas thing I ever bought on my own. It's a pottery dish. It's shaped like a star. I think it's beautiful. Every year I have to make up a reason to use it, but that's okay. I find one. If only just to look at it.
I saw this and it reminded me of that dish up there. I find it quirky and odd and I love it. It makes Hubby laugh. And it makes me sing Cherry Pie by Warrant in my head. (Or sometimes not in my head.) This is the third ornament on my tree every year.
Does this even need an explanation? You would have taken him home, too.
This really isn't decor, exactly. Except that I don't really eat them. (Okay, I eat about three.) Mostly I just love the way they look. Grandma used to have these in her house at Christmas time, and I thought they were sooooooo cool. So every year I buy them and put them in my candy dish and just look at them as I pass by.
I am not really a religious person. But I do have a nativity. This is it. It's painted on a seed.
Take in everything this week before Christmas has to offer you. Enjoy every moment.
And take a trip to Beth's to see how everyone else spruces up their homes.