This tradition started when the kids were young and had their own little trees in their rooms.
The Power Room
No, your eyes are not failing you, I think my camera must have moved.
A pair of these white lit trees sit outside the Great Room door that leads to our
hot tub and cedar deck. While sipping a glass of Christmas champagne
these will be a welcoming sight.
The loft guest room
The French Patisserie Table in the living room.
Same mini tree with snow and tiny white lights.
One of the foyer chests with the Creche.
This little church has been many places, this year it is in my kitchen
in front of my sink with fresh greens and a tiny tree.
A new use for an old silver bread tray. . . fresh greens, Ipericum berries
in miniature vases and a battery operated votive.
A vintage floor cover for hot air return. I have used various
family glass spooners, candy dishes and sugar bowls for the
votives that create a very cozy tablescape.
My outside front porch urns are laden with fresh greens, Eucalyptus and
berries (those would be faux) Inside is a heavy glass hurricane with a battery
operated candle. It looks amazing at night with a gentle, but obvious glow from
the street.

Since these containers are not very deep, I used an old
grapevine wreath around the perimeter of the container
to anchor the greens and berries. I found it to work
quite well.
Some gathered fresh greens with a very simple bit of inspiration.
In my dining room . . . . a softly lit house on a silver tray. Never
had done this and I love it. It sits on a French antique console.
The famous Dee Gann santa. They are one of a kind and made
from bits and pieces of vintage clothing. I just love when they
are unwrapped for another season.
His name is Pierre Noel. His coat is from a French vintage skirt with all of those beads you see sewed on by hand. That silk blouse he wears
is from the sleeve of a womans blouse.
Simple touches and gentle nods without over the top decor! (do love that too), but this year, the gentle look is working for me. Wait until you see my tree. . . .





























