Happy Holidays!


We weren't really planning on getting a tree this year. But we did. And we're happy we did. Our initial hesitation stemmed from the fact that we haven't really gotten around to much decorating yet since we moved into our new house. But, being that this is our first Christmas here, we thought it would be the right thing to do. We owe it to our home, don't we? 

So, here's our little tree...very casually decorated. I have picked up a gazillion vintage Shiny Brite ornaments over the years, so we did the random Shiny Brite theme. No - it's not perfect (geez! I'm cringing at that sloppy ribbon in the photo now!), but that's ok. Cuz we aren't perfect either.


I even managed to decorate the mantle a bit with some old candlesticks, a few nutcrackers, a snowman and a few free branches I got at the Christmas tree farm.


This is an ornament we got last year from my mom. It's German. She had the creative idea of gifting everyone an ornament from each country in our genealogical history. (She's really into genealogy!) Cool, huh? 

Next year we hope to have painted walls. And new window treatments. And probably a few other things. But, this is what it is this Christmas. A season of transition and development in more ways than one. We are going to embrace it and love it as it is. Imperfect as it may be. Because it's not really about being perfect, is it? It's about being real. 



And that reminds me of one of my favorite holiday books of all-time: The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams. I still have the copy given to me from my parents when I was just 7 years old. There was some wisdom in that story. 

"Of what use was it to be loved and lose one's beauty and become Real if it all ended like this? And a tear, a real tear, trickled down his little shabby velvet nose and fell to the ground.
And then a strange thing happened. For where the tear had fallen a flower grew out of the ground, a mysterious flower, not at all like any that grew in the garden. it had slender green leaves the colour of emeralds, and in the centre of the leaves a blossom like a golden cup. It was so beautiful that the little Rabbit forgot to cry, and just lay there watching it. And presently the blossom opened, and out of it there stepped a fairy."

If you are familiar with the story, you know that the fairy then comforted the Rabbit and assured him that, after loving the young boy for so many years he had, in fact, become Real. Not only to the boy who used to be the center of his world, but to everyone. And he lived happily ever after with real fur, a hippity-hop in his step, and lots of other Bunny friends. 

And with that I wish you all much Peace, Love and Real this holiday season. 

See you in 2013!