I was going to write a post about how I hate seeing Christmas decorations up before Thanksgiving is finished, but then I figured you would see me for a Grinch. I’m not a Grinch. I just don’t like to be hurried on to the next holiday before I’ve fully enjoyed the one I’m in. So, this is the weekend we decorated for Christmas, not last weekend when I was still wiping the cranberry sauce off my chin.
This is a creche my father made for me when I was eight, with little plastic figurines made to emulate the beautifully hand carved wooden ones by Anre, in Italy. I can’t afford them. You might be interested to know that baby Jesus is inside the camel, under his pack, until Christmas Day. My son has placed him there since he was three years old.
There’s also a new Advent calendar behind the creche, in which we open a new door every day for a new Bible verse.
This is the pair of Snowbabies by Dept. 56 adorning my kitchen windowsill. It’s supposed to represent my son and I carrying our canoe in the Northwoods…
and these are darling little snowmen I bought at the Chicago Historical Museum a few years ago. They remind me of the movie The Snowman, which is wordless and hauntingly beautiful if you haven’t seen it.
So, there’s my Christmas in a nutshell. No big tree. No big pile of presents. No glitz, and blinking, and moving parts.
I like to keep it simple, and remember that we celebrate His birth above all things.