Christmastime is very special around the Favorite Things House.
If I'm not getting together last-minute ornaments to put on the tree, my wonderful fiance is decorating everything: from the mantle to our front door. Yes, everything is always done bright and cheerful in sincere yuletide spirit.

There's something about this time of year I always felt was magical. It's like you can't help but wonder what comes to life when every one's gone to bed. I think it's the congregation of yuletide birds that adorn my mantle. If you listen closely while tucked in bed you almost hear them humming a Christmas tune...
or perhaps they're resting before they retreat to their nests, or perhaps they're talking about the fierce Winter...
or maybe they're discussing where they bought their clothes.
Who knows?
All I know is they look pretty-darn cute and festive on my mantle. Don't you think?
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