I love Christmas in the comfort of my own home. I enjoy the zen of making my home festive for my husband and children. It is a yearly ritual - a chore, really - but worth every measure of preparation. The sentimental ornaments, the handmade treasures, the yummy treats, and the sparkle of tiny golden lights - they all seem to root me a little more firmly to tradition and family. I am filled with spirit and thankfulness.
After the food is shared, after the gifts are given, and after the frenzy of festivity is over, I always try to take a moment and just sit... and simply absorb.
This year, I tried to mix things up a little - changing the way I decorate the tree, using up-cycled ornaments, and materials I hadn't tried before. I deconstructed a wreath I made a few years back and used the berry picks for fillers on the tree. The old, unused grapevine wreath became a cascading natural accent, once broken apart - and it was a good compliment for some silvery ribbons, which I had saved from the tables of our wedding reception. Heirloom ornaments share boughs with bargain store finds - I'm not ashamed to admit that several of them are from Walmart. Illuminated with the help of a random-sparkle light set I wove through the tree, all the adornments twinkle in their own right.