I live in Hallmarkville.
The town that has a downtown square with wreaths that twinkle and passerbyers with hot chocolate and an annual tree lighting and historic homes festooned with lights and people that wave when you walk your dog.
The shopkeepers know you by name and some you went to high school with and some that you go to book club with once a month.
And there’s a pie shop that serves nothing but pies and coffee.
And Santa Claus stops by once a year.
And around the corner at the end of the block is the cutest place on the planet.
Are you ready?
Are you set?
Want to take a tour of a Christmas cottage?
There are wreaths on the windows and the doors and an adorable courtyard with vintage furniture and a lantern and its own set of vintage shutters.
Here’s the front door.
It has a reindeer mat with stone urns and boxwood trees and wood planks on the front porch.
And a beautiful boxwood wreath with a checked bow.
But the best part?
When Gina invites you over for coffee?
It looks like this.
A friend just waiting to hear what you’ve been up to.
There’s a parlor just beyond those doors that tells you hello.
A parlor with chairs and a vintage sideboard and a window seat.
And a wreath hung on the door.
There’s a living room that twinkles Merry Christmas.
With a mirror that reflects the chandeliers.
And stockings hung on the fireplace with care.
There are vintage bulbs on the tree.
And glittered monograms tied onto each stocking.
And the prettiest set of french doors that lead into the dining room.
There’s a farmhouse table.
And tufted chairs.
And vintage silverware on the sideboard.
There’s Gina’s collection of vintage glassware on the table.
And Gina decorating.
And the sweetest metal nativity saying O Holy Night.
There’s the kitchen with its small farmhouse table and built-in bench and vintage kitchen island and distressed pantry door.
There’s a small hallway off the kitchen.
With a built-in hutch.
And a barn door that slides in front of the bathroom.
That looks like this.
With a vintage architectural piece over the window and a ruffled shower curtain.
And hooks with vintage towels.
Next door there’s a bedroom with pine floors.
And an armoire.
And four poster bed.
And ruffled bed linens.
It’s all amazing.
Just like you, Gina.
Merry Christmas from the streets of our town to yours.
It’s time for coffee. 🙂