I cannot tell you how full my heart is right now.
It’s been a rough couple of weeks here with surgeries and long recovery times and let’s wait and see doctor’s appointments and I haven’t wanted to worry all of you because I know everyone else has so much going on in their own lives.
But I’ve been scared.
And trying to decorate for Christmas and drink hot chocolate and sing carols at the top of my lungs and act like everything is fine. I’m good at that actually. Acting like everything is fine.
But it wasn’t.
Until yesterday. Until we went to the doctor’s expecting not-so-great-news-and-we’ll-have-to-wait-some-more news.
But instead? It was the BEST OF THE BEST NEWS. The kind of news that makes you want to celebrate and dance and laugh and guffaw out loud.
So in honor of today.
In honor of the news that we are officially on the road to an amazing recovery.
I’m sharing one of my favorite stories EVER. I hope it makes you laugh as much reading it….
…as I laughed writing it. 🙂
It’s official….Christmas decorating has started here at Thistlewood Farm.
Yesterday we were talking about turkey and dressing and biscuits and mashed potatoes and green bean salad and macaroni how to decorate the table for Thanksgiving.
And today? I’m looking at…..
…..37 boxes of Christmas decorations.
How did they get there?
I can remember when all I had to decorate with was a box of shiny red ornaments and a little ribbon.
We were newly married and living in an old farmhouse that had seen better days.
All we had to our name was wedding china and a few pieces of furniture that our family had given us.
We were living on love without anything left over for Christmas decorations.
So we went to a neighbor’s farm and cut down a tree.
It was kind of a Charlie Brown Christmas tree, there were big branches missing and it kind of leaned and looked like at any moment–without the slightest bit of provocation–it would topple over.
But I didn’t care.
I loved it.
It was my first Christmas tree and I cut ribbon bows and tucked pine cones in it and hung those shiny red ornaments on every branch.
And then–for the finishing touch–the icing on my Charlie Brown tree, I baked dozens of gingerbread men.
They weren’t very fancy. They looked more like ginger blobs then men, but I loved them anyway. I decorated them with great gusto and Christmas cheer and got ready to decorate.
I hung them on the tree with ribbons.
I hung them in the windows and doors and from the back of chairs and cupboards.
I hung them here there and everywhere.
Until every inch of that old farmhouse was covered with grinning, bright-eyed, bow-tie wearing, gingerbread men.
An entire farmhouse decorated for the holidays from almost nothing.
I was so proud.
So all about myself and my budget Christmas decorations.
Gingerbread men? Who knew?
A few hours later, my husband called me into the kitchen.
“Why did you make the gingerbread men with only one leg?” he asked in a puzzled voice.
We both turned to the smiling bedazzled gingerbread man hanging in the window.
I just shrugged.
“It must have broken when I hung him up there,” I said with a smile. “But at least he’s cute.”
We smiled at each other and our little one-legged gingerbread man in our little farmhouse festooned with homemade Christmas decorations.
Decorated with love.
I was so busy over the next week….wrapping and drinking hot chocolate and window shopping and watching “Prancer” on television….
….that I forgot all about the gingerbread man with the missing leg.
Until I saw another one on the tree…..
…..missing part of his head.
And another one….missing part of his arm.
And then…..I heard one as it dropped to the ground…..
….completely chewed to pieces.
And jumped on a chair.
Wildly hopping around and hands waving and yelling for my husband to immediately get every gingerbread man out of our farmhouse….as far away as possible.
Because those half-eaten gingerbread men were no accident.
It seems we had plenty of friends.
Of the furry four-legged whiskered variety that were enjoying Christmas at the farmhouse, too.
I don’t think I really ever recovered.
As a matter of fact….I’m sure.
Because when I unpacked those 37 boxes of Christmas decorations–full of ornaments and garland and trees and mistletoe–I double checked one more time, just to be sure…..
…..that there was not a gingerbread man in sight. 🙂
PS If you unpack your boxes and find some cards from last year.
All these pictures are recycled projects I made from Christmas cards.
You can see the DIY’s here.