The second week of Advent

A simple vignette with candles and berries and voila, an Advent wreath.
I just moved our bowl of clementines and it was put together in a minute.                             

 Twas the second week of Advent, almost to the third, and nothing was completed, nothing seen or heard.
       We managed at First Advent, to get our candles out,
and light them on each Sunday, since waiting is what it's about.
  One light each week reminds us that more light will pierce the dark.
 Two more weeks of waiting until Angels sing, "Hark, Hark!"

At night the wreaths sparkle with tiny lights.

As each day brings more darkness we try to add more light
 by creating scenes outside that entice in breadth and height.
      So we threw our holly berries into the old watering can
and added little wreaths to our bird houses where they always stand.
       I found this lovely angel that does not match at all
        but gives a little glisten as it stands so very tall.
The tiny church and the big church I found at our local bazaar
 and could not resist them as I love how cute they are.

So primitive compared to neighbors but we love it.

A closer look will show you how to stretch a simple site,

to make it look more festive, this season of de-light. 

               

I put up this simple berry wreath in the Fall.
 In December I simply add a bow and tiny lights on
 with battery pack I turn on an off when  I choose.

We went to the bazaar at the Moravian church and could fill our shopping bag for $5!  I just could not resist this cute little church.  I stuffed Holly Berries in the bird entrance just to add a bit of whimsy.

 And then there is the Manger scene with all its various pieces.
We put this up each year as we linger in this pageant of Jesus.
The baby is not yet in his crib nor are the wise men there yet,
We move the pieces 'round each week . . .  the closer we get,
to the glorious moment when we celebrate the Christ Child's birth.

This story in Luke is important for us to read.
That is why all this fuss, the real meaning for us to heed.
But with all the feasts and celebrations in this Christmas season,
We try to remember a little each day that Christ's birthday is the reason.

My husband's dad brought this simple Cresh back from Germany after WWII
We can't seem to locate our family Manger scene that was quite elegant but this
scene in all its simplicity tells the story quite adequately.

So I close this endless poem so that I can begin
all the other sights and sounds and let Christ's light enter in.