Christmas is about the anticipation, the preparation. It’s about all things glittery and bright, lights shimmering in the night. It is small hands hanging treasures on the tree, a chorus of words we sing from memory. Christmas is savory and sweet, sparkling drinks and crackling heat. It music and memories, laughter and stories. Christmas is about hugs and kisses, sweet surprises, celebration and imagination.
The best gifts are handmade.
Like these Christmas trees, made by my husband and daughter:
We brought in the new year with style, with friends.
Little black cocktail dress, dangly earrings, my favourite boots from Japan. My husband in a jacket and really cool (yes, I picked it out) tie. Six course meal of the most delicious selections. South African wine and chocolate martinis. Unbeatable service.
Lights, glitter, silver and gold balloons. Sparkling champagne.
A midnight countdown.
We had been hearing snippets of Christmas songs at home, lines practiced but not shared so as not to spoil the surprise.
We arrived early so we could sit close to watch our children in their school Christmas concert.
A Christmas cup song and rocking jingle bells were executed without a hitch.
Seeing our son and daughter on stage is the sweetest thing.
I sit in the living room with my little family before Christmas.
It is my favourite part of the season: The pretty tree, the anticipation, the visits from family and friends.
The time leading up to Christmas is even better than the gifts.
An perfect welcome to December: A covering of snow and lightly falling flakes.
Our yard is a pretty picture.
This snowfall puts me in the mood for Christmas.