Merry Christmas!









Merry Christmas to my dear friends! And a heart full of joy, love and gratitude to my God and Savior.


You came from heaven to earth to show the way,

From the earth to the cross, my debt to pay,

From the cross to the grave,

From the grave to the sky.

Lord, I life Your name on high!


Christmasy Tid-Bits

I’ve been a busy little beaver this Christmas season (and boy, are my teeth feeling it,) with part-time work, part-time day care, cleaning for company, baking cookies, shopping for gifts, getting commissioned  paintings finished in time… you get the idea. I love it. Too often we lose sight of the fact that this holiday is a celebration, and we get lost in the ‘must-dos’ and forget to let ourselves celebrate. I know that Christ was not born on December 25th. I know that trees and gifts really having next to nothing to do with His coming (depending on who you ask), and neither do the traditional movies, music and stories that I grew up on, but I love them anyway. Here are some ‘cultural’ Christmasy things I’ve been up to lately.


  • Listening to Tim Curry read A Christmas Carol. This man was born to read books with dismal characters. That’s actually a compliment. “If I could work my will,” said Scrooge indignantly, “every idiot who goes about with ‘Merry Christmas’ on his lips, should be boiled with his own pudding, and buried with a stake of holly through his heart. He should!”


  • Wrapping gifts while watching Home Alone and quoting half of the lines as they are spoken. “Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal!”


  • Bright green, be-glittered wrapping paper. The lights on the tree catch the glitter in rainbow colors and it is magnificent. Not to mention how fun it is to know I am solely responsible for my family finding glitter all over themselves for the next month.


  • Friends are coming! For the first time in my life, this year we are actually going to have people STAYING OVER in our house. For like, two nights. So, with my sister coming home, the four foster kids, and the family of 8 who is coming to visit us, we will have 18 people in our house for three days. It will be awesome. Insane. Hopefully joyful. 😉


  • I find that I totally stink at the whole gift-giving thing. I wander through stores without an idea of what to give a particular person, and find about half a dozen things I’d like to get myself. Yeah… that’s not really how it’s supposed to go… just today I finally figured out what to get my grandfather. (Gift certificate to the greenhouse where I work, so he can get his tomato and cabbage plants in the spring. Duh. This is what I’ve given him the past two years. I don’t know how I could have forgotten that.) And I still don’t know what to get my brother. Guys are HARD to shop for! And believe me, I love the whole idea of making gifts for people… but my brother doesn’t want any of the types of things I make. Except cookies. Which nobody needs in my family.

Creativitiy: This is what makes my brain happy.

The first week back to work, about 6 weeks ago, I was very happy to be doing something other than procrastinating and puttering around home (according to me, I was ‘working on my art’.). Working with my hands, creating things, has always brought me the most joy in my day. Christmas wreath making is definitely creative. At least, the first 40 hours or so. After a week of filling orders; cutting the boughs into the proper length pieces for wreaths, making ‘hands’ of balsam, trimming, a piece of cedar or pine, clamp to the frame, rinse, repeat about 1,000 a day… well yeah, my brain has been dying lately. I like creativity, but I do NOT thrive on monotonous repetition. Just reenforcing my previous knowledge the factory work would probably kill me. (All you factory workers out there… I’m not trying to belittle factories. My own dad is a factory worker, and we’ve been very grateful for the dependable job he’s had for over 25 years.)

Today, finally, I was completely caught up on the wreath orders and the front of the shop was full with our own standard wreaths… so there technically wasn’t much I needed to do. My boss told me to just make up some extras to keep out back. Spurred on by Robin, the awesome lady who works there as florist, I took the opportunity to do some different things, use different materials, decorate the wreaths the way I wanted them. I do what I’m told when I work, so unless I have permissions to just go crazy, I keep all the ideas I have under my hat. Nobody’s ever said “Do whatever you want.” before, so it was pretty exciting. 😉 I didn’t even break for lunch until half an hour late, I was having so much fun! My mood was definitely lighter than it had been the last few days; I’d been mentally rehearsing the scenario of dramatically throwing a handful of balsam in the air and stalking out in the middle of the day. *angel*

I snapped a few pictures of my favorite pieces from today. I hope you enjoy them.


Boxwood and gradating silver balls. Boxwood is so easy to work with!

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