The Backstory
I rescue this building from the attic once a year. It's about 10 inches tall and triangular. The thing about this building is that once it's on the side table on top of the mirror, guarded by a couple of trees and plugged in, it officially sets the holiday mood.
Between missing family members to daily stressors, the Christmas season arrives with little glee.
Right after Thanksgiving I do my best to stir up the holiday cheer. Holiday music doesn't help, drinking egg nog doesn't solve it either.
Days go by then December arrived. By the end of the first week there was sense of now or never on getting the decorations down from the attic.
Almost by automatic pilot, each boxed is casually opened. A few items are hung, then its time to unwrap the one building that I rescue each year. I set it up on it's usual spot, I plug it in and I step back.
As I step back I see the lights streaming from the window bounce off the glass. Something about that reflection and glow conjures up a feeling of warmth. The wreath on the door reminds me of family, food and festivities. All of the sudden it feels like Christmas.
Who knew that this one small building I rescue each year, this year actually rescued me.