I love Christmas. Love, love, LOVE Christmas. I’m kind of a crazy person when it comes to
this holiday. Decorations always go up
the day after Thanksgiving. Our house is
decorated inside and out. Not one room
is untouched and left bare of festive décor.
Christmas music is blasting all
weekend long while these tasks get completed….and yes it takes at least all
weekend long. It’s somewhat of an
obsession.
I blame the military. Yep. And there’s a splash of logic behind this
accusation too. You see, growing up I
was constantly forced to uproot my life.
Moving didn’t just mean new schools and new friends. It also meant losing consistency and
routine. Which isn’t all bad...but it
can be really difficult for a youngster (heck, who am I kidding. It’s still really hard sometimes!) to
constantly pick up and change pretty much everything in life.
For me, part of my defense mechanism was latching onto traditions. If we did it once, it became a “tradition” in
my head and then I begged and pleaded to do that very same activity again next
year. Because that activity was the same.
Yes, I enjoyed adding new activities with each new location. But I craved that consistency that made the
holiday different from the rest of my life.
Holidays became special, simply because they were predictable.
While this year added a lot of newness
to my holiday….first Christmas as a married couple, first Christmas in New
Mexico….it was really fun to teach Blair my traditions and to learn his. The blending of our past traditions will be
what makes our future OURS.
Putting up the Christmas tree is always one of the very first things I
do. I LOVE unpacking all the special ornaments
and finding the perfect place to
accent it’s specific beauty.
Decorating
our first Christmas tree together! It
was really fun combining our ornaments and telling the stories behind them.
We
positioned our fancy tree right in the center of our little “window” cutout in
the entryway so people could see it immediately as they walked in our front
door. :)
Ain’t it perty? Both of our
families had multi-coloured lights growing up, so that is a definite must-keep
tradition now.
Of course we had to put up the mistletoe. ;)
This is actually one of the mistletoe balls that we had at our house
every year. My parents had two, and gave
one to me when we got married!
I normally have three large pieces of art above my couch, but they are
completely the wrong colour for Christmas.
So I covered them with wrapping paper and hung wooden letters (that I
painted gold) from each.
I wanted a little something to make the windows festive. My family always put candles in the
windowsill. I found some at the Dollar
Store that worked perfectly. And then I
hung some candy canes to give it a pop of colour.
It was not just our first Christmas as a married couple, but it was
also Dolce’s very first Christmas ever!
She LOVED having the house decorated.
It was problematic. She climbed
the tree and batted at all the ornaments.
She ate the wrapping paper off of the presents. She clawed my Christmas rug. *sigh*
But, once in a while, she was calm and absolutely adorable.
Also, I made our stockings! It’s
a family tradition that I absolutely hold dear.
It all started with my great grandmother. She made a few for my grandmother and her
family. Since then, my Grandma and Mom
have been making them for new family additions.
This is my Grandma’s mantle:
Now that I’m married, this year was my first attempt at making
stockings.
I had to make three for Blair
(one for our house, one for my mom’s house, and one for my grandma’s house) and
one for me.
I tried to completely
recreate mine as closely as I could…because, you know, it’s tradition.
lol
I think they turned out really well!
You can find out how I made them on my
Art of Domesticity blog.
I even made a much smaller / simpler version
for our cute poofy-tailed kitty. Hehe
I’m bummed, and really surprised, that we forgot
to get a picture of the outside of the house, with all the fancy lights. But alas, we are lame. However…..we hosted our community group one
night during the holidays, and one of the sweet little girls (Anika) said “Mommy, their
house looks like a gingerbread house!” I LOVED it!!