Have any of the rest of y'all noticed there are a lot of Jen/Jenn/Jennifers in the blogosphere?
Jen on the Edge is graciously hosting this holiday event--and I've embraced it as a way for my kids to be able to remember how things used to be after I'm gone and my Christmas stuff is parceled out. I'm happily morbid (or morbidly happy) sometimes.
I know these are the best years of my life. The ones before I had kids were great and the ones when they are grown up will have a lot to offer, but, really, I'm pretty sure the family-raising years will prove to be the highlight of my life.
I think maybe my kids like it around here for the most part. At least I think that was supposed to be the message they were sending me.
Stockings hung by the chimney with care? Check. Though the fireplace itself could use some updating from it's 1973 glory days. It's on the list.
Have you ever noticed how the oldest child often has the hand-crafted stocking that took forever to make and then you never had time to do another one after the first kid was born, so theirs are all store bought? My kids have.
Grownup Girl's Stocking
I like the transformation of the house for this time of year, so I put a lot of my regular stuff away and it becomes all about the Christmas. I have all of my mom's Christmas decor also, so I take special joy in having it all on display.
My mother was not religious, but she did appreciate a lovely nativity scene. I must thank my mother-in-law for the lovely wall hanging and the Hummel figurines.
Giant Carolers prepare to stomp small village. As soon as the song is over.
I have been eating candy canes (not these same ones) from this sleigh since my mother bought it at the Sav-On on Lincoln Blvd in Venice Beach in 1967.
This is one of my favorite decorations in the holiday season. I gift wrap the door leading from the kitchen to the garage and hang all the cards we get. As it gets closer to the 25th more cards come in until you can barely see the paper. Christmas letters? I love them all, even the braggy ones. I really want to know how you're doing and what your kids are up to!
The tree, of course, is the centerpiece. Ours is artificial and has been for several years. We came very close (firefighters battling flames in our backyard close) to losing our house in the Cedar Fire. Six weeks later, when it came time to get a tree, I had an anxiety attack at the idea of knowingly bringing a fire hazard into my home. Irrational probably, but the feeling was real.
I made this for my mom in Girl Scouts when I was 8.
For all of us, so much of what makes decorating for Christmas special is the memories attached to each ornament, or nutcracker, or candlestick as well as the memories of the wonderful meals eaten off the special plates with the best silver.
Maybe that's the point of Christmas culturally (versus the religious reason); to make us stop at least once a year and think about the memories we have and the ones we'd like to make. And to make us reconnect with one another and with our extended families--it's not always easy, but I've always found it to be worthwhile.
I'm really annoyed that I've got a duplicate photo in here--and in the same row--but, I'm going to take a deep breath and let it go since I already exited Mosaic Maker and I need to get in the shower or I'm going to be an odd sight at my neighbor's holiday brunch in bathrobe with bed head (and not the sexy kind).