December 7, 2009

everything we have ever loved

I got the tree up and decorated today, along with a few vintage decorations placed on the mantel, and the stockings hung. The little Christmas bird salt and pepper shakers are on the back of the stove; there's a snowman welcome mat at the front door.

It's half (or less) of what I would usually do, but it's enough. The house looks lovely, but not so personal that a potential buyer with even a modicum of imagination couldn't easily see his or her own happy holidays here.

I'll post my own photos tomorrow; for now, enjoy these reminders of Christmas past...

Christmas… that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance. It may weave a spell of nostalgia. Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance -- a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved. 
- Augusta E. Rundel

1 comment:

Marsha said...

It would not be Christmas without Ray Conniff, five-cup salad, and George Bailey (It's a Wonderful Life).


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