It's Christmas, and all the little nooks and crannies of the house are festooned with holiday cheer.
My mother's to blame:
When we were growing up, she'd have us head up to the attic, to pull down a treasure trove of boxes just for that time of year. We'd watch in anticipation as all the objets d'art for the season would miraculously emerge on tabletops; festive curtains would replace the everyday fare; swags would grace the stairwells; wreaths and single candles lent their glow to windows and doorways.
The scents wafting through our home today are of cinnamon, cloves, ginger and chocolate. Baking is a ritual that carries with it the magic of the season. A fire's crackling in the fireplace, and we're snug inside on this chilly December night.
Some of the rituals are traditions every year. There's comfort in that, n'est ce pas?
Happiest of Holidays, all!
"Christmas waves a magic wand over this world, and behold, everything is softer and more beautiful." (-Norman Vincent Peale)
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