It is true that I LOVE the "stuff" I do for Christmas. When we stop loving the doing, we need to step back and see if we are taking on too much (as one who speaks from experience).
My mother enjoyed creating the (Narnia) magic, as I do, as does my daughter... although don't talk to her about children and Christmas trees right now. :)
Ahhh... the living room/dining area looks lovely. The tree has been decorated with favorite ornaments (many which brought sentimental tears) and a few snowmen have been placed around the house.
The bottom branches now devoid of ornaments remind me a furry friend is in the house again. As Sasha and Storm grew from middle age to elderly old ladies, the tree offered no temptation... Victoria finds everything entertaining.
This year there are boxes I didn't even take off the shelves so other rooms will not be quite as festive. Even with hubby's help the pain in my left shoulder and arm is unavoidable so wisdom tells me to be satisfied with good enough.... which is... beautiful.
With the decorating of the tree, my Advent begins... the early morning quiet times with coffee as the tree brings light to the darkness and the Word is Light to my journey. Evening hours reading and resting, the same lights and beauty now providing balm for a tired soul.
I will take some pictures when the camera has new batteries. Poor thing, I wore it out taking pics of autumnal scenery.
This is a quiet season of life, one I could not imagine with preschoolers in the house. As much as I miss having children at home... quiet can be good when you are a grandmother. :)
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