It has been a wonderful Christmas, relaxing, fun, and miniature.

As a girl, my sister and I had a gorgeous doll house, lovely details, furniture, dolls, you name it.  We loved that dollhouse into pieces, literally, we lost gingerbread trim, chair legs, trim from the porch, we loved it into many pieces!  I kept that dollhouse, through many moves, many more storage spaces and attics, and finally our current home, where it again resided in a storage closet.

This year it got brought out, and my dad worked on it, repairing chairs, making bed frames, retrimming the eaves and peaked roof, it all needed a touch up, and my dad worked for months on it.  It came out amazing, and he wrapped it carefully for the girls, hopeful that they would love it as much as I had as a girl.  He need not have worried, they took one look at it, and were in love, the details, tea set, pots and pans, beds and linens, they loved it all.

Hours have passed, and they still are working to rearrange the furniture, playing with their dolls, prepping for a tea party in their miniature dining room, putting their littlest dolly to bed, they quite simply love it.

Little Man got a miniature world too, in the form of a fort, complete with a set of stockade doors, ladder and wall walk.  All good for defending against any stray Playmobil pirates, cowboys or roving dinosaurs that often populate the floor space in his room.  Little men will now be able to bunk down, along with the three Wise Men who came to visit, next to a lovely fire and a setting goose, all important in the early century fort and cabin.  This set was completely made, by my dad, from scratch, with a lift-off roof, working doors, latches and rough hewn tables and chairs.  Little Man loves it, as you can see.

A Christmas in miniature, was a lovely Christmas indeed…