Rain makes December seem darker than it should. Now we turn toward the light - figuratively, spiritually, and spatially. Today I light the last of the Advent candles. Pinpoints of light sparkle on the tree. The garland and tin stars hanging from the chandelier reflect and amplify the light.
Decorations around here are simple and don't change very often. I wonder if I'm getting stuck in a rut. If so, it's a happy rut and I'm not looking to get out of it.
This little wooden village was cut and painted years ago, along with the tiny Nativity figures. Joseph stands less than 1.5 inches high (I just measured him.) This year, I placed the village and holy family figures together, on a low shelf where the Little Misses can play with them.
I thought the plate wall needed a little Christmas. Letters cut from red cardstock did the trick.
Linking to Mosaic Monday with Mary of the Little Red House.
Merry Christmas to my readers and comment writers. I pray that the peace, love, hope and joy promised at the birth of the Christ Child will overflow in your lives this season and throughout the new year.