Our family is settling in for our first Christmas in our new home.
Every day the anticipation almost takes over me. Anticipation for the day.
The day where the light pours into our happy home and its brightness fills me with cheer. I feel like there’s so much that I can do. So much in the day.
When evening rolls around, I love the coziness that snuggles in around us inside our home. That feeling you get when the lights glow so sweetly and illuminate the house.
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Sometimes I like to slip outside and soak in the glow. A glowing house is one of my favorite things in the world.
Like the farmhouse down the road, with its Christmas tree twinkling merrily through the front window. All is well there, in that twinkly home.
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When bedtime rolls around, I don’t want to go. And I think about that good ‘ol Johnny Cash song:
I was totin’ my pack along the dusty Winnemucca road,
When along came a semi with a high an’ canvas-covered load.
“If you’re goin’ to Winnemucca, Mack, with me you can ride.”
And so I climbed into the cab and then I settled down inside.
He asked me if I’d seen a road with so much dust and sand.
And I said, “Listen, I’ve traveled every road in this here land!”
It reminds me of where I’ve been, and just like the song, I’ve been everywhere, man. I’ve been everywhere.
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And now, I’m home.
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Hang the mistletoe by the fire’s glow, put the angel on the tree.
Light a candle in the window, just for me.
Images by John Granen.
Coming home for Christmas lyrics by Jim Brickman.
IT'S ME, SERENA!
I bounced through the first years of my life in a hippie gypsy wagon, hand-built by my father, wandering the back roads of the U.S., Canada and Mexico. My family eventually settled into a tiny cabin in the woods on property that was once inhabited by Native American Indians.
I spent my childhood days searching for arrowheads, teaching myself to sew on a treadle sewing machine and to bake in a wood-burning stove, with no running water, refrigeration, or electricity in our home. My family lived frugally and early on, inspired by my parent’s thriftiness and style, I gained a knack for thrifty creativity and turning ordinary objects into something useful. And I dreamed of the home I would create for my own family someday.
Now I’m married to my husband, Colin, and our children are all grown. After 24 years of producing The Farm Chicks Vintage & Handmade Fair, I'm spending time visiting other markets around the world. You can watch episodes of Serena Goes to Market here.
I share more about my life story from time to time, here on my blog. You can also find me on Instagram, and Facebook.
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