Christmas At Our House
Eleven days ‘til Christmas. Eleven days to plan and shop and wrap and bake and cook and write notes and clean and get everything ready for our Comer Christmas.
Eleven days of joy. And maybe just a little stress and a bit of worry.
Will I get it done? Should I stop everything else to work more? Longer? Harder?
And I already know the answer.
For the next eleven days I’ll just mix all these tasks with a heart overflowing with love and memories and anticipation of my family coming together to celebrate.
My favorite days with my favorite people in my favorite place.
Would you like to see? To watch what happens at our house?
(My grandma gave me this angel on my first Christmas- 53 years ago. She's frayed and crooked and full of rich memories just like me. I think she must be in style again... vintage.)
Leading up to Christmas Day and then on into the week after, I’d like to invite you into my home and heart. Let you see our Christmas, our family, our ways of celebrating the story of God coming close.
Let me warn you: we love Christmas. All of it. The extravagance of gifts for each other, the scents of cinnamon and ginger and chocolate and good things coming fresh out of the oven, even the mess we make in the midst of all this fun.
(pine cones from my parent's house in the Sierras)
We are neither minimalists nor perfectionists. We just love Christmas.
From my heart,