I love Christmas. I believed in Santa until I was 14. Seriously. Just ask my mother. Since I moved to Scotland I have spent every Christmas here. I have some very special feelings about it. We have our own traditions and we celebrate four different cultures. It may be just the three of us but we really have a great time. I would miss it if we weren't here.
Luis was in India last week for work so we waited to put the tree up until Sunday--December 1st. It just seemed like the right time, ya know? We pulled everything out after church and Happy Feet just happened to be on TV. Luis puts up the tree and the lights and Sebastian and I do the decorations. I'm on the hunt for the perfect stocking holders. My Mom made our stockings.
Sebastian likes to take the ornaments off the tree now and make his own little Christmas scenes. All the Santa's like to gather for hot chocolate and sometimes his wooden Nativity set gets invited.
I love everything about this season. Everyone seems little bit closer, a little more giving, a little more friendly and every day seems little bit more special. I'm enjoying Christmas music and I've just to pull out the Christmas movies. I'm going to start my Christmas baking this weekend. I will share all the recipes too. So, get ready!
|she may be small but we just love our tree.|
ps. If you are looking for a homemade quilt to give that
special somebody check out my Mom's quilting studio!