We have our main Christmas tree in our den.
I love to sit and look at the lights
after everyone has gone to bed at night.
Each ornament is Santa, and no two are alike.
This is a difficult room to photograph
with the stained wainscoting.
(I am trying to convince my husband that we need to paint the wainscoting and resurface the fireplace.
What is it with men and wood?)
The white church was a gift from my husband.
The paint color is a soft and buttery gold,
but it is one of those colors that looks
different from all angles.
I made the Santa collage which hangs
between the windows about 30 years ago.
The fireplace photo shows the color best.
The largest Santa on the right side of the hearth
was used by my parents the
first Christmas they were married - 1951.
The green stocking hanging in the middle
is mine and was handmade for me in 1953.
The hurricane lamp on the left side of the mantel
belonged to my great-grandmother,
and the mantel clock belonged to
my husband's great-grandfather.
The vignette on the lower shelf is Department 56
All Through The House.
Santas, Santas, Santas!
This Santa basket is filled with cloth Santas,
some as much as forty years old.
Back in the 1970s, my father owned several
gas stations in Delray Beach, Florida.
People were always coming by selling things.
One year he purchased this village to take home
to my mother, and she has always loved it.
Until a few weeks ago the roofs were all
painted pastel colors. Yuck! I asked her
if I could paint them, she said yes,
and I grabbed my paints and brush
before she could change her mine.
Now, I love it, too.
Our tree at night.
Today I am joining
Susan at Between Naps On The Porch for Metamorphosis Monday
and
Cindy at Dwellings for Amaze Me Monday.
