It is late, everyone is in bed and I sit on the love seat listening to the fire place crackle. If the t.v. in my sisters room wasn't blaring this moment would almost be perfect. A mug of hot chocolate warms my cold hands and I sit reminiscing about Christmas past. I love Christmas but in my head I always imagine it perfect in a different way than what my Christmases have been like. My childhood has been wonderful; I have two loving parents and have never gone hungry, in fact I believe that is all you need to have a happy childhood. I have a dream to one day have a small cottage that is romantic, vintage and farm girl style, it is far out and I live alone. I dream of my Christmases their with lots of snow. My Christmas tree is not big but short and covered with simple ornaments that are mainly silver and hints of bright cheery red.And all the greenery is really and smells deliciously of Christmas trees. There is a fire place with wee stockings for my nieces and nephews and on the mantel is more greenery with candles and a big painting of Santa Claus. In the oven is a batch of gingerbread (my favorite) and sugar cookies cool on the counter. Decorators bags full to the brim with snow white icing are ready to decorate cookies and cakes. My sewing machine sits on my dining room table with gifts ready to be made and already made. And my latest knitting project is tucked in the side cushions of the couch ready to be finished and given. On my desk is photographs laying out from Christmases past and I sit and think of all the joyful times I have had.
I will wrap my gifts in crisp white paper and twine without tape.On Christmas Eve in the morning I will dress in my winter coat and gloves with a hat and wellies and grab my basket of goodies. In this basket Will be all the yummies I made for all my friends and nieghbors and the gifts I have for everyone. I begin the walk. Since I live On the family farm I will visit everyone one at a time each time enjoying the visiting and well wishing's. I will then journey home where I will take my horse out for a long ride enjoying all the snow and beauty.
I guess that's a little ridiculous, to know exactly what it is you want and to think about even if it is a tiny bit unrealistic. I love Christmas and all it brings. Its joy and love that is like cookies and milk, so perfect and simple it can not be changed. Christmas is like that for me the way it is makes it makes it perfect and it shouldn't be changed. I like it simple, no need to complicate it but that is just me.
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