“For it is good to be children sometimes, and never better than at Christmas, when it’s mighty Founder was a child Himself.” ~ Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol
This past weekend was one of those weekends that you remember for years to come. Not because anything especially spectacular happened. In fact, it felt so incredibly ordinary. And yet there was also something extraordinary about it.
What would seem like a lot of ‘nothing’ to some, felt like a whole lot of ‘something’ to us.
Oh sure, there were the bigger moments. Yelling ‘TIMBER’ as we cut down the Christmas tree and the annual embarrassing of my children as I sing ‘Oh Christmas Tree’ in my best opera voice standing there in the middle of the tree farm as my kids beg me to stop. And, of course, there was Thanksgiving in all of it’s nap inducing glory. But, in between those seemingly bigger moments there many, many moments of just…well…being. And we needed them.
On Friday morning, I found myself standing in my kitchen just soaking in the sweetness of the sounds around me. The familiar strains of Christmas songs playing in the background. Through the door to the dining room I could hear my husband and son talking and laughing as they worked on the giant puzzle spread out on the table. My daughter was happily playing in her imaginary world which that morning included rigging up her stuffed deer to pull an old wicker sleigh she had found in the attic when we pulled out the Christmas decorations.
And I was reminded once again, that the kitchen truly is the ‘heart’ of the home. Here I stood in the epicenter of it all and felt the sheer bliss of that moment.
When you become a mom, you realize the true joy that comes from creating the ‘magic’.
So, when World Market invited me, along with several other bloggers, to show off our Christmas kitchens, I felt my heart leap for joy. Because to me, my kitchen is where all of the magic of the season really takes place.
Like the magic of a Christmas morning breakfast complete with a chalkboard paper tablecloth.
And the personal touch of a monogram mug with napkins reminiscent of candy canes sitting on top of the glass dishes my grandmother collected for me all of those years ago. There is definitely something magical about the linking of the old with the new.
On these cold, wintery days my kids love to come home from school and have a cup of hot cocoa. So a hot cocoa station is always a staple in our kitchen at Christmas.
This little easel chalkboard creates the perfect welcome.
What is it about sparkly little houses that add to the feeling of magic at Christmas? My daughter loves to imagine what they people are like who reside in this tiny abode.
A tiered stand provides the perfect place for storing everything you need to make the perfect cup of hot cocoa.
Small glass jars hold crushed peppermints and chocolate chips because, you know, hot cocoa isn’t quite sugar-y enough without adding a bit more! 😉
And why would you ever just use a spoon to stir your hot cocoa when you could use peppermint stirrers instead?
Or proudly displaying the gingerbread carousel you and your daughter made on that magical weekend of blissful nothing-ness.
Elevated on a pretty cake stand it adds the perfect touch of whimsy to the kitchen.
And a trio of gingerbread men cookie cutters tied on canisters hint at the wonderful baking to come.
You know, my kitchen isn’t what I consider to be the most beautiful or the most perfectly decorated space in my home. The cabinets need to be painted and the floors need to be refinished. There are spelling lists tacked to bulletin boards and lunch boxes on the counter waiting to be packed for the next school day. Mail spills out of the basket on the desk and the sink is rarely void of dirty dishes.
And yet, it’s my favorite room in the house. Because, like a heart, it’s constantly ‘pumping’ into the veins of our life.
My kitchen almost feels like another member of our family.
It works hard this time of the year to create those magical moments.
Those moments when you fully realize how extraordinary those ordinary moments are.
Like the look on the faces of your children when they see sprinkles on top of whipped cream on top of a sparkling and colorful concoction like this Christmas morning punch made with clementine soda.
From the time my children were babies, I have found myself wishing I could bottle up every moment. Every time I felt their little hand slip into mine. Or the sound of their uncontrollable giggling. Or the spontaneous ‘I love you mommy’ that brings tears to my eyes each time without fail. And never have I wished for a magic bottle to capture those moments more than at Christmas.
I read once that ‘the only thing better than being a child at Christmas is experiencing Christmas with your own children.’
So, maybe I really don’t need magic bottles to hold those moments.
Because I get to experience them over and over again every time I see their precious faces.
The imprint of the moments is all over our family…our home…our kitchen.
For more Christmas kitchen inspiration I hope you will visit these talented ladies!
Yellow Bliss Road
Liz Marie Blog
Clean & Scentsible
Making Home Base
My Uncommon Slice of Suburbia
Sand & Sisal
Love Grows Wild
And I’m so thankful we had this moment here together today At the Picket Fence,
*Disclosure: I was compensated through product from World Market but all opinions are 100% my own*