Is there a home that does not transform into something magical when wrapped in Christmas?
At Round Rock, the Village is the first signal of the Glad Season rolling round again.
And then comes the Tree, wrapped in beads and ribbon and frosted with crystal ornaments and sweet treasures.A couple of weeks later, Sweet Daughters finish the last of their exams, and into the house they bring a natural Christmas sprayed with glitter and gold. . .i love these simple silver branches catching the light by the frosted fruit wreath.
Small table top fir captured my heart on one afternoon trip to the market, and eventually found its way to the dining room table, draped in the white satin bows and hung with wooden symbols of advent. A cloud of tulle glowed quietly at its base where chrystal angles playing harps float.
Sleigh bells, once placed on the back door, now deck doors all over the house, and the music of the season follows us into each room.
Gilded holly is tucked into Nana's magnolia, and sparkling apple cider waits the New Year.
Christmas Eve Dinner was late, much later than we meant, but little sacks tied with ribbon disclosed the first gifts of the Day to come, and we donned new pajamas and sat down at 10 p.m. to a small feast of orange-glazed cornish hens, Julia's corn bread stuffing, roasted root vegetables, and parmesan-garlic mashed potatoes. The plum pudding was left untouched on the side board.
The meal marked the beginning of festivities that ended late Christmas Day afternoon singing carols around Nana and Granddaddy's Christmas tree.
Lovely memories and a grateful heart, Beloved; i hope you enjoyed this glimpse into Christmas at Round Rock.