It’s starting to look a little like Christmas in my house — not in a grand, over-the-top way, but in the quiet, comforting hints that sneak in before you realize the season has truly arrived.

A wreath leans against the door, waiting for its moment. A strand of lights glows softly in the corner, not quite bold enough to announce itself, but too warm to ignore. The bins come out, lids cracked open, and suddenly memories spill onto the floor along with the decorations. Each ornament carries a story — a handmade treasure, a gift from years ago, something chipped but impossible to part with.

There’s a familiar rhythm to it all. The gentle hum of holiday music in the background. The faint scent of pine or cinnamon drifting through the air. Even the clutter feels different this time of year — less like mess, more like anticipation.

Looking a little like Christmas doesn’t mean everything is finished or perfectly placed. It means the season is beginning to settle in. It’s the pause before the rush, the in-between moment where the house starts to feel warmer, softer, and full of promise.

For now, that’s enough. Just a little sparkle. A little glow. A little reminder that something special is on its way.

Metamorphosis

Christmas decorations carry a quiet beauty, glowing with more than just lights. As familiar boxes are opened each year, they bring with them memories—handmade ornaments, well-worn decorations, and traditions that have softened with time. Each piece tells a story of past Christmases, loved ones gathered, and moments that still linger.

There is comfort in their imperfection and familiarity. They remind us to slow down, to honor what has endured, and to feel connected to days gone by. In their gentle glow, Christmas decorations become more than décor—they become a bridge between past and present, filling the season with warmth and nostalgia.

Metamorphosis

The boxes open with a rustle,
spilling ribbons, lights, and memories.
The tree stands waiting

as we wind our way through ornaments—
each one a tiny story
hung with care.

Garland climbs the banister,
candles warm the windows,
and music hums through the rooms.

By evening, the house glows softly,
as if it, too, remembers
what this season feels like—

hope, warmth,
and a little bit of magic.

Metamorphosis