12/04/2025
As I unpack the Christmas box each year, it’s the homemade ornaments that get me.
The one-eyed snowman.
The hand-print wreath.
The toilet-roll reindeer with wobbly handwriting on the back.
Funny how the things that once felt so everyday become the most precious pieces we own.
There’s a tenderness in it, and a little ache too …a letting go of the little people they were, and deep gratitude for the privilege of being their mom.
And if you pop by over the holidays and notice the halls decked in paper snowflakes, lopsided crafts, and that legendary one-eyed snowman… just smile and know I’m having a moment (and no, I will not be taking them down).
Happy Decorating! 🎄