I have been so busy lately and crocheting nearly non-stop to keep up with the Christmas market. So last night I left my yarn and hooks in my booth and promised my littles that this morning and early afternoon would be all about crafting and cooking and simple Christmas pleasures. I got up before everyone else and walked the dogs on crisp, crunchy, frost covered grass. I heated up the oven and filled it with orange slices to dry for our tree. I started a big pot of heart rosemary pork stew for our lunch. Now the children are stringing popcorn and cranberries, I'm sipping on roasted chestnut coffee with honey and milk. The whole house is filled with scent of orange and simmering soup. It's easy to forget to stop and enjoy in this busy season. To get lost and overwhelmed with everything that needs to be done. The shopping, the wrapping, the orders going out, the decorating. But I don't want to miss the magic. This morning, this is the magic.