I am quite certain I will never tire of Christmases in this beloved little cabin. The fire heats the entire original cabin portion of our house without much effort and the newer part, where our kitchen and main bath lives, is heated by baking, cooking and bubble baths only. We are seeing just how long we can go without turning on our propane furnace. We find ourselves in front of the fire most often. The chairs we inherited from my grandmother have become worn with constant love and use. We wake in the dark hours to light the fire and start the coffee. We ease into our days. Sometimes we are alone, but often Silas wakes in good humour and amuses us with his antics. The spell is broken when Mike hops in the shower and I begin to iron his work clothes.
This will be our second Christmas in this house and it is in Winter that I fall more in love with her. We made the short journey into our woods to pick out our Christmas tree. It is always a bittersweet moment for me. Felling a tree is no different to me than killing one of our chickens. When we find the perfect one, we are always certain to say thank you and I can’t help but tear up a little. This year’s was in a small cluster and I like to think the others around her will do better with less crowding, but I really don’t know. To make me feel better, Mike tells me that it must be the highest honour for a tree to be chosen as a Christmas tree. I wonder if it is up there with being a tree fort, holding a swing, or being known as the best climbing tree. It is noble and important work.
We brought her in, turned on Elf and began to decorate her simply with orange slices, cinnamon stars, and sentimental ornaments first. This year I put it in an oversized basket and love it so much more than the ugly tree stand that is always uncovered by children and cats alike. We may have been a little hasty as it must last 4 weeks, but we so love the gentle glow a Christmas tree casts. I could hardly wait ’till night to fall so I could run outside and look into the large windows. Twinkle lights and tufts of smoke coming from the chimney. The kids laughing and pressing the noses against the window wondering what their crazy mama was doing out in the snow.
Yes, I am fairly certain I will never tire of this; all of this.
go gently + be wonderful