Treasured Objects

It seemed so strange not to head to the nursing home today. I am thankful my mother is no longer suffering, but it's hard to face that she's no longer with me. There's a lonely feeling to my world. However, I believe she will be having her most beautiful and glorious Christmas ever. 

Having my daughter home for four days was comforting. She was by my side during Thursday's visitation and rode with us to Louisiana for the burial on Friday. Over the weekend we managed one visit to Plantation Antiques. The tiny handpainted gourd reminded me of loft visits in my grandparents' barn. It was signed J. Duffy. 

Through the years my friend Mary has sent me lovely and unique Christmas cards. Five are resting in front of a line of  journals.

My mother gave me many treasures, often spoiling me on birthdays and Christmases. This Santa was in her collection. She gave it to me 'cause she knew it was my favorite.

I think every room now has some Christmas decoration. I am almost finished with this year's decorating. It has given me joy to bring out treasured objects.

Santas

There was a time when I would put out lots of Santas. Now I only display a few favorites. Santa in his nightshirt is one I acquired from my mother's collection. I like to place him beside a miniature doll's bed that holds tiny children's books. The next Santa is special because the list in his hand has the names of my children. The skating Santa is really well made . . . I can remember seeing it high up on a shelf with markdown merchandise and the thrill of bringing it home. This last Santa was my first one . . . I loved the little boy and girl in Santa's arms for at the time I had a small son and daughter.