We all feel the holidays in our own way. At our house…it’s everywhere…
Oooh. Great-grampa’s honey cake. When it’s cooking the whole neighborhood smells like Christmas.
The ancient handmade ornaments that were made out of scraps and necessity, all those Christmases ago–and hung more tenderly each year.
Making Gingerbread men in Grampa’s shop on Grampa’s crazy “glazed” pans. I swear we could hear him behind us singing and laughing the way he always did. How can we possibly have Christmas without him?
Our tiny little Camelot in the snow.
Milk. Chocolate. Fudge. Trust me.
Nothing more needs to be said.
My very favorite thing–opening the marshmallow cream. Something about it poofing out of the bottle makes me laugh every darn time.
What is it with babies and sprinkles? He played with them for an hour! Maybe he thought they were tiny gumballs or something.
Every year, when I was a kid–without fail, there was a soft, shiny orange in the toe of our Christmas stocking.
Oh, yes. Please do come visit us. We have snow and Chex Candy to share…
although, the clock might just be ticking on the candy!
It all comes together in different ways for all of us–doesn’t it–this lovely thing called Christmas?
Family, tinsel, candy plates…