The little things that lead to big memories
When I was a girl, my mom painted this sweet little Christmas village. I adored it. Every year, the anticipation of unboxing this set was the highlight of holiday decorating. I imagined the inside of this cottage to be as cozy as it appears on the outside and I yearned to be small enough to live forever inside. While I was home one year, just after college, I caught my mom trying to get rid of this entire set. The kids are grown, it no longer has a place in her decor. NONSENSE. There's no growing out of Christmas! The set is now shared by my sister and I, and the memories flow each and every year when it's time to decorate.
