My third day of Christmas…the spirit.

…if someone speaks to me, that they can not find the spirit of Christmas..I ask what they have done for another. If no words are further spoken… nothing more needs to be said.

My second day of Christmas…candy magic.

My Ingredients
Taking to a boil of 310 degrees…the hard crack stage.
…after 10 batches.
Candy magic
…ready to find their Christmas homes.

My first day of Christmas…

Chubby coming home to me.

I love Chubby. I have always challenged our tree selection to find the biggest, most personable tree our home can embrace. There is something magical for me about a Christmas tree that overwhelms a space…walking into a room, completely distracted by the presence of the world’s outside beauty…inside. Chubby holds attention when entering our living room. I can sit for hours watching his twinkling stars as I enjoy the ambiance of this season, which to me, means a season where I specifically focus on giving to the world. It does not have to be Christmas, to have a reason to give to those around me. It just seems that the magic of Christmas brings out the best me…the person I strive to be all through the year.

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