In the spirit of The Twelve Days of Christmas, true Christmas traditions and because twelve is the exact number of photos that turned out to be share worthy, I present to you the Places In The Home Twelve Days of Christmas.
On the first day of Christmas my idea of true Christmas traditions sent to me
vintage inspired aluminum Christmas wreaths and shiny and bright ornaments kinda sorta just like the aluminum Christmas tree, color wheel and Shiny Brite ornaments my maternal grandmother had. It’s all in the accents and accessories details.
On the second day of Christmas my idea of true Christmas traditions sent to me
the patience prayed for and the grace granted to find the beauty in everything and everyone.
On the third day of Christmas my idea of true Christmas traditions sent to me
an old world Santa figurine ornament in shades of yellow, cream, brown and glitter gold that cost next to nothing, and one I would not take a million dollars for. Well.
On the fourth day of Christmas my idea of true Christmas traditions sent to me
a Christmas centerpiece rich in throwback tradition and vibrant colors compliments of nature’s beauty and the neighbor’s grown with love grove.
On the fifth day of Christmas my idea of true Christmas traditions sent to me
the aromatic trio of one orange, one bay leaf and a generous sprinkling of ground cloves soon set to simmer and scent.
On the sixth day of Christmas my idea of true Christmas traditions sent to me
a craving for a family must make and bake at the holidays family tradition, Mama Two sugar cookies. The story of how her name came to be is almost as iconic as her family famous Christmas cookie recipe.
The name I assigned to my great-grandmother was born out of a childlike understanding. Our holiday destination point was set for the great state of Texas to spread holiday cheer and to introduce my great-grandparents to the newest addition to the family (me). My mother and grandmother took advantage of the over the bayous and through the piney woods, to great-grandmother’s house we go travel time to coach me into calling my great-grandmother “mama”- the term of endearment she had always gone by.
The story goes my mother tried her best at introductions and association in terms she assumed best suited for a toddlers scope of understanding.
This is mama (pointing to herself).
This is mamaw (pointing to her mother).
And this is mama, too (pointing to her grandmother, my great-grandmother).
Okay, I’ve got it.
This is mama.
This is mamaw.
And that is mama two.
There’s only one mama, silly.
Alas, the intended became the literal, and a lovely Christmas story to boot.
On the seventh, eighth and ninth day of Christmas my idea of true Christmas traditions sent to me
melted butter, sugar and spice
fresh coconut, fresh apples and fresh Louisiana pecans.
On the tenth day of Christmas my idea of true Christmas traditions sent to me
the sending to and receiving from neighbors, friends and family Christmas cards of season’s greetings.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my idea of true Christmas traditions sent to me
twelve days of Christmas color, texture and pattern.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my idea of true Christmas traditions sent to me
friends who are the jewels of life.
Merry Christmas, friends!
