Dreaming of a White Christmas

I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, 

but deep in the heart of Dixie,

a white Christmas is not expected...

However,

one can dream...

As a child growing up in the south,

there wasn't anything more exciting than the anticipation of snow.

It was truly magical...

A beautiful winter wonderland.

We come home to the old country house during the holidays...

I love using fresh cedar, holly and other cuttings from the yard...

Oh the smell...

It smells like Christmas with all the cedar in the house...

Ushering in a season of splendor...

Vintage Christmas...

Visions of Santa Claus...

Velvet dresses...

Decorating the huge cedar tree...Papa and the children...

Holiday dinner...

Gift wrapping...

Open houses...

Hot mulled wine by the fire...

Friends dropping by...

The front door constantly in motion...

Family filling the old country house...

Red corduroy dresses...

Cinnamon scents the air...

The house is beginning to shine with Christmas cheer...

Goodwill...Peace and love...

Blessings,

Yaya