Sunday, December 25, 2011
No Place Like Home for Christmas
This manager set of miniature painted figurines once belonged to my grandparents, and was displayed prominently in the foyer of their home; it is a well loved, well used reminder of the true meaning of the holiday and the beautiful, inevitable evolution of families. I miss them both every day.
A Christmas tree in our family room, where handmade ornaments from our childhood hang.
Greek pasta salad, an easy and nontraditional side to our meal of Italian cold cut sub sandwiches.
All the appropriate fixings and accessories for some Christmas cheer.
The presents strewn under the Christmas tree in our living room; the anticipation of the arrival of fictional Santa Claus has abated, but, the excitement of giving and receiving thrives.
My mother hangs these pink, silver, and golden vintage ornaments on this tiny silver aluminum tree in our basement; the effect is decadently and charmingly superficial.
Phinneas the cat snuggling in a warm wool blanket, eyes covered in heavy, dreamful sleep
New Santa Claus slippers, which are warm and completely adorable.