This is what a winter wonderland looks like where we live. No snowy drifts, or snow-kissed trees. We have swirling fog, a grey wintry mist that settles into our valley. Everything is drenched in fat dew drops and the moister collects on your hair and eyelashes as you walk through the wet grass.
The Christmas tree arrived last Sunday, strapped to the top of the blue minivan. The following night the ornament box, the star topper, and box of lights were dusted off and brought in from the shed. Lights ran the length of the kitchen as Daddy tested each strand. Miss E pranced in and around the lights, clapping her hands with delight.
And because of Miss P there are no ornaments on the bottom half of the tree
I wanted to keep things simple in the main part of the house. I foraged in my mother-in-law’s yard for greenery to make garlands for the windows, and I sliced and dried oranges to hang from the boughs. I like the oranges so well they might stay on after all the other holiday decorations have been packed away.
It really is amazing the magic that can be created with paper, scissors, and tape. The girls now have snowflake ballerinas, paper chains, and snowball garlands hanging above their heads while they sleep! (ps- if you’re interested in the free template for the ballerina snowflakes I found them here)
Their own small Christmas tree and advent baskets. Oh those advent baskets, every year I think “I’m not going to to them again. They’re so much work to put together”. But I truly think they are the kids favorite Christmas tradition.The boys Christmas quilts were brought down from the high shelf in the linen cupboard and arranged neatly on their bunks.
They also got to make snow as one of their Advent activities. If you’re wondering how one makes snow, you do it by adding a whole can of shaving cream to two boxes of corn starch. What your left with is a very strange/cool feeling mixture. It was a hit with the kiddos but not so much with the clean-up crew (aka mom).
A big storm rolled through and gave Miss P the perfect opportunity to test out her red thrift-store rain boots. And boy did she I don’t think I’ve ever seen that girl more pleased! The boys came out for a few minutes but quickly grew tired of puddle jumping and went back in the house to huddle near the fire.
I hope that when my children are older, and they look back on their childhood and the home they grew up in that they will remember it like this; as the cozy winter house with warm fires, bedtime stories about warrior mice and talking spiders, eggnog and tree decorating, colorful paper chains, and homemade snowflakes gracing all the windows.