There’s something wonderful about celebrating Christmas. If you’re me, there’s a warm, wonderful feeling in your tummy. I find myself humming Christmas carols out in public. I curl up on the couch watching White Christmas, and cry happy/sad tears thinking about listening to the album while making candy with my grandma. I burn the tree all the time, finding a comfort in twinkly lights and memories of laying beneath one with my dad when I was a kid, gazing up into its sparkling heights.
While I wouldn’t say I go all out on decor, I do make sure there’s plenty of green, plenty of mistletoe, plenty of brown paper packages tied up with string.
** the tree **
** Santa **
** baubles **
** the mantle **
** tiny tree toppers **
** stockings **
