this house......

belonged to my mother.
It is one of the original Snow Village cottages.
She passed this one down to me a few years before she died.
Talk about memories.....
after she got infirmed,
every year I would do all of the Christmas decorating for her.
Such sweet times those were.

Today is the shortest, darkest day of the year.
From here on out we will gain a little more daylight every day.
It won't take long to notice it either.
O spring, can you be far away?

I don't think my tree is going to last until Christmas.
I think it is an incinerator waiting to happen.
So sad.......
I want to get a new one, but......

Happy Birthday Estelle.
Love you much.

cathy