She's a spring blossom faery truth be told. But I felt she was so damn gorgeous, I just had to find a place for her amongst our Advent ritual. So tonight I finished her and in pocket number 8 she awaits for excited little hands to scoop her up in seven days time and suspend her from a branch in our festive seasonal tree.
Advent in our home is a mixture of traditions. The essence of advent is waiting - either for the sun (aligning with the northern hemisphere Pagan midwinter celebration) or the son (aligning with the Christian celebration of the birth of Jesus).
For the moment, we count down 12 days to the 25th, cos that's just how we roll *smile*.
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