The Evergreen Collection

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas–even the weather is getting that White Christmas feel. My husband is a total Christmas aficionado and the carols are already being played loudly at our house. He’s ready to get the tree up, too–I have to admit that I’m not quite as in love with Christmas as he is.

Thanksgiving has always been my favorite and I generally experience a tiny sense of panic once the turkey leftovers are consumed. I mean, there are just so many people on my list and I want to get exactly the right gift for them. You know, a gift that shows them how I really see them and know who they are. So, it’s unusual for me to get really inspired by Christmas in that warm, relaxed sense.

This year is different somehow. Maybe I’m more secure in my various relationships, maybe I’ve given up on making myself stressed out. If you figure it out, let me know. In the meantime, I’d like to show you my Evergreen Collection, inspired by my husbands affinity for playing the Pandora Christmas station.

This first pair was inspired by Amy Grant’s Emmanuel, God With Us. The song starts like this: “We dim the lights / We stoke the fire / We breathe the evergreen / The young one wait / While the old ones make up / Tales of how it used to be…”


I can imagine stoking the fire and breathing in the Christmas pine with my family gathered around, maybe enjoying a nice warm cider or glass of mulled wine and enjoying the play of the firelight on my sister’s hair.

This set was created while I was listening to Rockin Around the Christmas Tree…twice in a row by two different singers! Somehow, I could just imagine my youngest nephew (1year and a bit) doing his bouncy swaying dance for the whole family as we joked over sugar cookie decorations.


This final pair came together in the silence after all the music. The wind had died down and it smelled like snow. The quiet stillness reminded me of slow dancing in the falling snow late at night. The face of my partner has long since been eroded from memory, but I remember clearly that dancing with him and that moment felt warm and safe and sacred. Just moments before, we had been laughing and joking with our friends while waiting for our parents to pick us up. We were in a parking lot and my partner didn’t have a coat. The snow was falling out of star filled sky and he caught me up in a spontaneous waltz. Sometime between “1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3” and “turn”, the dance became completely absorbing. Completely intoxicating. Completely simple. Utterly and singularly beautiful. Somehow just right.




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