Sometimes Christmas doesn’t happen on Christmas Day. Sometimes people are working. Sometimes family members can’t get together on a particular day. Sometimes Christmas comes after Christmas.
That’s the way it was in our house this year. Our Christmas came on December 27th. Two days after the official day, our family got together for a Christmas pancake brunch and gift exchange.
Of course, all the decorations were still up, because this was our Christmas. The miniature Snowflake Village was in place with all the required snow and Victorian buildings. There is even a pond with skaters!
The collection of Santas lined the short wall between the dining room and living room. My favorite is the small white felt Santa who holds his own among all the giants.
The fireplace mantel is a tribute to my mother, who was a supreme baker, especially at Christmastime. Anything having to do with candy and sweets can be found there.
The card holder is a set of shutters I painted and stenciled specifically for its Christmas charm. I love it standing so tall next the fireplace.
We don’t have much room for a Christmas tree, but the tall narrow tree seems to fit pretty well. We have many decorations collected over more than forty-five years. It is very nostalgic to handle each one while decorating the tree. We are tinsel people and always have been. I know it’s going out of fashion, but I love it.
The table is all set and ready for everyone to arrive. An hour or so later it was full of family, pancakes, eggs, bacon, biscuits and cinnamon rolls. Everyone had their fill before emptying the tree of all its gifts.
Outside it was rainy, windy and cold. Inside it was warm with a fire, bright with all the lights, happy with everyone talking and laughing.
Outside it was unpleasant. Inside it was family.
Outside it was miserable. Inside it was Christmas!