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dabbling in reverie

The musings of a small town 20 year old working on some colorful patches to add to her quilt of life. Warning: the occasional elephant will be passing through

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A little child
a shining star
a stable rude,
the door ajar.
Yet in that place
so crude, forlorn,
The Hope of all
the world was born.
Anonymous 
Christmas Gift Suggestions:
To your enemy, forgiveness.
To an opponent, tolerance.
To a friend, your heart.
To a customer, service.
To all, charity.
To every child, a good example.
To yourself, respect.
Oren Arnold
It’s Dominic!

It’s Dominic!

I’m about ready to do a snow dance!

I’m about ready to do a snow dance!

this is so my kind of tree

this is so my kind of tree

We were decorating the trees the other night (and when I say we, I mean mom and me because Abby and Jeremy are now too cool to partake in such childish activities) and I felt this rush of excitement coursing throughout me as I pulled each ornament lovingly from its box. The tree was all lit, the ribbons in place, all that was missing were the hundreds of baubles to be placed accordingly amongst its branches.
I started to unwrap a box filled with ornaments bought at macy’s years ago on a hooky excursion. I think I had been sick, and my mom being the wonderful lady she is thought a trip to buy Christmas ornaments was just what I needed. I was only 11 years old at the time, but that afternoon still stands out perfectly in my mind. And the red and gold glass trinkets remain my favorite addition to our collection after all these years. They’re mom’s too.
What made pulling those few pieces out even more special was the way my mom’s face lit up when she saw them. I was instantly seeing the five-year-old version of her- all giddy and in awe of the glitter and precious detailing. Her crazy curls bouncing with every step, she lovingly carried her two favorites over to the tree and placed them in the crem de la crem of locations on the tree. It’s those moments of childlike pleasure that make me love Christmas so much, even the smallest of things are magical. 

We were decorating the trees the other night (and when I say we, I mean mom and me because Abby and Jeremy are now too cool to partake in such childish activities) and I felt this rush of excitement coursing throughout me as I pulled each ornament lovingly from its box. The tree was all lit, the ribbons in place, all that was missing were the hundreds of baubles to be placed accordingly amongst its branches.

I started to unwrap a box filled with ornaments bought at macy’s years ago on a hooky excursion. I think I had been sick, and my mom being the wonderful lady she is thought a trip to buy Christmas ornaments was just what I needed. I was only 11 years old at the time, but that afternoon still stands out perfectly in my mind. And the red and gold glass trinkets remain my favorite addition to our collection after all these years. They’re mom’s too.

What made pulling those few pieces out even more special was the way my mom’s face lit up when she saw them. I was instantly seeing the five-year-old version of her- all giddy and in awe of the glitter and precious detailing. Her crazy curls bouncing with every step, she lovingly carried her two favorites over to the tree and placed them in the crem de la crem of locations on the tree. It’s those moments of childlike pleasure that make me love Christmas so much, even the smallest of things are magical.¬†

hate to play into the cliche..but it’s true

hate to play into the cliche..but it’s true

It was a tradition when I was little that we would go looking for the neighborhood with the best christmas tree lights. that night was always so magical, being tucked in the car with blankets and hot chocolate, soft christmas music coming over the radio, and the glow of beautifully lit houses being distorted by the frost on the car windows. I’ve decided I want to pull it out of storage and go house hunting again this year, bring back some childhood nostalgia 

It was a tradition when I was little that we would go looking for the neighborhood with the best christmas tree lights. that night was always so magical, being tucked in the car with blankets and hot chocolate, soft christmas music coming over the radio, and the glow of beautifully lit houses being distorted by the frost on the car windows. I’ve decided I want to pull it out of storage and go house hunting again this year, bring back some childhood nostalgia¬†

hogwarts at christmas time <3

hogwarts at christmas time <3