I was very small and sat with the fire, dreaming of Christmas. Winter & snow, Santa & toys, presents and sharing with the family, Christmas trees, little candles on clip holders that burnt my fingers, birds, balls and churches sparkling away in my eyes. Music which gave me that melancholic feeling.
The memory never went away, the dream stayed, I wanted to share it with many people, someone told me to turn my dream into my work. So I searched, negociated… very, very hard work. And now finally I can share some precious moments with you in our brandnew shop and website.
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about the shop
The memory never went away, the dream stayed, I wanted to share it with many people, someone told me to turn my dream into my work. So I searched, negociated… very, very hard work. And now finally I can share some precious moments with you in our brandnew shop and website.
read more...
about the shop
Christmas lights were shining bright
Snow was falling over
I was warm inside
On Christmas Eve white decoration was my favourite thing
I dreamt of sleighbells and snowflakes
and I couldn’t wait till Christmas Morning
And the favourite times that I had
was home around the Christmas Tree
With my sister, grandma and my mom and dad
Many years have passed us by
I grew up and got children of my own
But the thrill of Christmas never dies
You see it through young children’s eyes
Just making beautiful memories of Christmas
Memories we’ll always remember
Beautiful memories of Christmas
Snow was falling over
I was warm inside
On Christmas Eve white decoration was my favourite thing
I dreamt of sleighbells and snowflakes
and I couldn’t wait till Christmas Morning
And the favourite times that I had
was home around the Christmas Tree
With my sister, grandma and my mom and dad
Many years have passed us by
I grew up and got children of my own
But the thrill of Christmas never dies
You see it through young children’s eyes
Just making beautiful memories of Christmas
Memories we’ll always remember
Beautiful memories of Christmas