Have You Heard......

This week has been a fast one and seems to have flown by with the blink of  a eye.

~ does this happen when you are busy and have a little on each week on your calendar dates..

I wonder?

I have just heard, via another lovely blog that I follow, that it appears to be only six weeks till Christmas, my I do wonder how that has happened!

Still it must always be the same at this time of year, every year.

I would be quite happy to skip through November, as it is my least favourite month of the year.

So perhaps that is what I am doing with my post at this time..

Skipping through memory lane...

 Christmas magically appeared in October at my work job...

With the first orders of winter berry wreaths and smiling elves arriving...... hehe.

~ so I have had no excuse not to realise.

Any-ways I thought I would touch gently on the subject of the big C with my post today.

By showing you some pages from a special book that belonged to my Mum from her child hood years.

It's a beautiful old read with colour plates of pictures telling the story of  'The Night Before Christmas'....

There is a message inside wishing my Mum a wonderful Christmas for the year 1937.

I must admit I remember playing with this book at my Grandmothers house when small

wishing all the while it was mine.

and now it is!

This page was always my favourite.

'While visions of sugar plums danced in there heads.'

I could always imagine those sugar plums dancing away in their heads while dreaming of stockings being filled to the brim...

~ And because I simply love looking up at the moon in the night skies.

I think Mr moon here is wonderful smiling down merrily.

Even looking through the book now brings wonderful memories back to me.

Some pages are rather shabby, but it all adds to its charms.

Lots and lots of grubby fingers have loved and enjoyed this magical story of Junior waiting patiently for Santa Claus to add wonderful gifts to his stocking...

My children always laughed at 'Junior' looking up at the chimney patiently and then the soot falling and covering his sweet face.

Inside the first pages was a beautiful vintage Christmas card.

From my Father to Mum from many Christmas' past.

Treasure indeed.

Wishing you all a week full of  'twinkles' and of finding treasure.

I wonder what heirlooms you have from the past dear readers...

Thanking you kindly for sweets words always...

Take time to dream and keep cosy...

love Maria x