Our house turned 100 years old this year.

There are some things I truly love about this gray-haired lady:

  • Character oozes from its nooks and crannies
  • Stories told of those married in our home way back when
  • My writing nook upstairs

While I enjoy this old place year-round, it’s at Christmastime, when she decides to don her bows, fresh fir, Shiny Brites, and greenery that I love her the most.

What brings a smile to your face upon walking into your home during the Christmas season?