...my (mostly) empty surfaces at this time of the year is what I have been doing last Saturday, getting my flat ready for the Christmas season. This is the only time when I feel comfortable with and actually WANT decorative objects on my chests of drawers, sideboards, tables and so on - I don't even shy away from putting up a garland above the kitchen window!
And there have to be candles.
Every year, I keep the most beautiful of the Christmas cards I receive, and the following year, I put them under the glass plate on the desk in what used to be Steve's room.
The advent calendar (filled with choccies, of course!) and the advent wreath were given to me by my parents.
This children's picture book about Christmas has been a firm favourite of mine since earliest childhood, and I do intend to keep it for many more decades. It was old already when my sister and I first saw it in the early 1970s; I believe it is originally from the 1950s. Inside, it has been clumsily taped by either my sister or myself at some stage when we were kids, and it could really do with some re-taping.
Apart from what you can see in the pictures, there are some little ornaments dangling from the doorknobs on my kitchen cabinets and on the bathroom cabinet, plus a snowflake mobile in my bedroom and another one in my tiny hallway.
And soon, I'll have a large tin full of Christmas cookies, too - not made by me, but by a family friend who makes the best and most beautiful cookies for miles around!
On the first of the four Advent Sundays, we even had some snow, as you can see from my kitchen window (not the garland-festooned one, obviously):