An Inspired Christmas Table …

There is a Christmas dinner for the women at our church tonight.  I was asked if I would decorate one of the tables.  That’s like asking a little kid if he wants candy. Uh, YEAH!

I have to admit, I had a few possibilities to choose from. I thank my mother for giving me dish-loving DNA.

As usually happens,  my idea for the table came to me as I was lying in bed one night trying to fall asleep. {Aside: What is with that? Why do I always get ideas when I’m flat on my back with my Hubby snoring gently next to me? And then my mind starts racing and I CAN. NOT. SLEEP.}

The idea this time was to veer away from the traditional Christmas reds and greens and focus on something a little more earthy and humble that gave a nod to the stable birth of the Savior.

I’m going to pause here and tell you {in italics even} that NO ONE else who is doing a table is as weird as I am. Nor would they EVER share with you the depth of the lunacy I am about to share. I am strange.  I am an over thinker.  And I embrace it.  I’m pretty sure everyone else is just bringing dishes to put on a table. Not me.  I can’t make anything that easy.

My table will include: 

• a burlap tablecloth which made me think of the homespun fabrics Mary, Joseph and the shepherds might have worn.
• simple pottery dishes with soft patterns.
• gold snowflake coasters, which reminded me of the star that shone the night He was born.
• a cream linen napkin, which represents the swaddling clothes the Savior was wrapped in.
• a small nest to honor the animals who gave their home to the small babe of Bethlehem.
• two gold “eggs” to represent the Father and the Son.
• a “Rejoice” sign for each nest {not finished yet} as a nod to the angels who sung His praises that night.

So, there you have it.  I think it’s lovely.  And I know the evening will be too.  My table may be the odd duck at the party, but it’s inspiring to me.