I grew up in McKinney, Texas.
It’s where I stood on tiptoe on the stairs and waited for Santa and worked at the Dairy Queen and randomly drove around in circles and cruised the “Gate” and drove around in a car with my friend’s name painted on the side.
It was a tiny town then.
We had a buffet restaurant and an Eckerd’s drugs and a one-screen movie theater and acres and acres of countryside to visit when city life was too much. Our downtown square was mostly empty with a few stores that sold shoes and outlet dresses and pies.
You should see the square now.
It hasn’t seen an outlet dress in a really long while.
Our square is fancy.
As in movie fancy.
As in I just went to a Christmas tree lighting with 200,000 people and the entire cast of Jingle Bell rock.
You can almost walk to downtown from my house.
There are more shops and restaurants and architectural salvage stores and bakeries and vintage stores than a town could even dream of.
I went downtown yesterday to shop.
I wasn’t even looking for anything.
It was a good hair day and I just wanted to walk around and window shop and get inspired and hum Christmas songs and see if Santa Claus was in town. I went to one of my favorite shops, the Antique Company Mall.
I think it used to be a furniture store, but now it’s a two-story home for all that is good and right in the world of vintage.
The window displays alone are worth the trip.
There were fireplace mantels and chairs that Joanna Gaines used to decorate with and tables and chairs and bookcases and architectural salvage and I spent almost two hours walking around.
Just getting inspired.
I saw it.
A tiny, vintage, wooden jingle bell Christmas tree.
Can you even?
Just when I think I’ve seen everything in the world to decorate a home for Christmas, a jingle bell tree shows up.
I wish I had a forest of these.
Big jingle bell trees and little jingle bell trees and medium-size jingle bell trees all lined up on the mantel.
I think Santa put it there just for me.
Right there in the middle of a McKinney square. Right there on the streets I’ve walked my whole life. Right there where my old life of outlet dresses and pies met my new life of vintage shops and architectural salvage….
….this tiny tree jingled.
To remind me of all those Christmases that had gone before.
To celebrate the Christmas of today.
And to embrace all the Christmases that are yet to be.
May your day be merry and bright.
PS I brought a few other tiny Christmas tree friends home with me, too.
I didn’t want the jingle bell tree to be lonely. 🙂