|Dickens of a Christmas Festival, Franklin, TN|
Smell: Fresh pine in my living room. Bavarian roasted nuts at the mall. Crisp December air. I still haven't smelled a Christmas scent I didn't like.
Tradition: Growing up, my mom would make a Christmas cinnamon roll wreath and, after opening presents, we'd feast on bacon and fruit and sparkling cider in champagne flutes. I plan to continue the tradition with my own little family this year with gluten free cinnamon rolls and a sausage hash brown casserole. If there's one way to Shawn's heart, it's a good, big meal on Christmas. It might be his favorite gift.
Movie: Elf! I know, I know. I don't like Santa. But I can't help but laugh hysterically at this movie every single time. What's your favorite line?
Hymn: God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
Now to the Lord sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
This holy tide of Christmas
All other doth deface.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
Memory: 5 years ago at Christmas, Shawn and I were two days from getting married. Not surprisingly, I don't remember one thing about Christmas day of 2008 - not one present, not anything. But two days later was the best Christmas gift I could've received: my husband.
Sight: The Dickens of a Christmas festival in downtown Franklin, Tennessee. I'm missing it this year.