The front doors got their new fresh wreaths, and they smell so good.
The foyer table has our very old Father Christmas on it. I tend to prefer this vintage fellow to the Santa in the red suit.
The kitchen window with greenery and stars and a Merry Christmas sign buried under it. My dried roses from summer are tucked here and there.
Greenery is framing all the doorways. This picture is showing the afternoon sun, but it gives a nice view of my wooden ceiling in the kitchen.
I found the stockings in Maui, when we first became empty nesters. They suit us to a tee, or so my children say.
In winter, I change the blue sofa pillows to red ones. They look more Christmas-y and these lodge-style pillows add to the general coziness.
A close-up on my little chair to highlight the chipped and fading paint. I tend to like imperfect chippy things.
This heart is new, too. It has a story. It is a piece of roofing from a house destroyed by Hurricane Katrina. Some of the proceeds from the purchase of this collection go to a fund for hurricane victims.
Our tree is 9' tall and slender. That was a mistake originally, but now I like it. It's well-behaved and stays in a corner and doesn't require me to move furniture to find it a spot.
It represents decades of memories and decorating it is always a quick pathway to memory lane.
The children put together this village each year, just so they can pretend they are little and live in it in their imaginations.
Looking down the village street.
Above, the view toward the fireplace; below, the view toward the foyer and kitchen.