I love Christmas. Always have.
I have such great memories of Christmas as a child: my Dad playing Christmas music nonstop after Thanksgiving, driving to the same Christmas tree farm every year to spend at least two hours roaming the hillside looking for the "perfect" one, making cookies with my mom, hearing Santa on the roof with my uncle, making and wrapping presents in my room with a sign on my door that read "Santa's workshop: Keep OUT!", running around my grandparents' house with my cousins amidst unwrapping and family chaos, sleeping with my siblings every Christmas Eve, and on and on.
So, I've been trying to pass some of that holiday cheer on to our kids. We have had fun dragging up the holiday boxes (
that's right, there are more than one) and pulling out decorations and books that are just for this short burst of winter cheer. Skye is now old enough to recognize things from years past and even ask where this or that is. It's so fun to re-tell the stories of who or where things came from again and again.
The past few years, I've been snagging the free greenery that is cut off of the bottom of Christmas trees when we go buy our tree. I've had fun decorating the house with it in little vases here and there and on the mantle.
I made a little time for crafting this year, albeit small and modest. With a Quinn in the house, any crafting is a veritable feat of engineering. I finally found a use for some of those babyfood jars I'd been hanging on to. White tissue paper decoupaged on with watered down glue, some gold thread, and seed beads made them into cute little candle holders for our mantle this year.
May your holidaying be filled with growing traditions and much crafting!