I have not had the Christmas spirit until this week. When our daughter was growing up, I was as excited about Christmas as she was. I loved buying and wrapping gifts, the lights, candles, family and friends gathering, traditional Christmas food, decorations, an occasional hot toddy, the music, everything really. Christmas was magical.
When our daughter married and moved to England, she and her husband were not often home for Christmas. I lost the joy of the occasion and was not interested in decorating or anything else about Christmas. Now, we have two granddaughters.
How can one be around young children at Christmas and not love the occasion? Their excitement is infectious and in spite of oneself, the spirit sneaks up and over-shadows you. That is what happened this past week. Being around the girls, their excitement, singing Christmas carols, inspired my husband, Rick and I to decorate the exterior.
We accomplished the decorating in high winds on a cold, sunny day. Then we put up our tree and the girls finished decorating it and around the house.
A Dickensian caroller appeared in the nativity scene. Time travel?
This is how a two year old strings beads on the tree
A special dinner of baked ham, sitting by the fireplace, rounded out the day.
Santa had two little elves this year who helped Nanny and Poppy to find the Christmas spirit. They did a great job.
The girls hung their stockings on the twig tree because the fireplace was too hot.