... the tales of two sisters

Dana lives in Seattle, and Tracie lives in Germany. We are businesswomen, writers and humorists. We write about life, dating, and today's modern women.

Backstory-Reason in the Season

Their fragrance reminds us of that certain happiness permeating throughout the house that comes only once a year. We hang them. Adorn them. Sometimes we light them up; hang them in any room in the house–indoor or outside. How we enjoy them. Right now, they belong.

Christmas wreaths. 

Admiring the breathtakingly beautiful wreath in my mother’s living room, I thought that there has to be a backstory here somewhere–I mean after all, everything has a meaning, right? I’ve always just associated Christmas wreaths and their glory with Christmas without wondering why. 

I am thankful for so very many things, and particularly at this moment, I am thankful that I am relaxed enough to wonder about a traditional staple–at least in our family, that I’ve never wondered about before. So before you take yours down, I’ve got some news for you. 

History and symbolism regarding wreaths go back to ancient times. From a Christian perspective, when the thorny branches of holly are used in a wreath, they represent the thorn on Jesus’ crown when he was crucified. Bright red holly berries symbolize Jesus’ blood that was shed for us. The circular shape represents eternity, for it has no beginning and no end. 

Now, the evergreen foliage which is most frequently used in making wreathes, symbolizes growth and everlasting life. This is because this plant is a survivor–it endures the toughest winters and always maintains it’s leaves; it’s always green. Strong. And THIS is what I love about this plant that I didn’t recognize before: it reminds me of Daddy and his, “it ain’t no givin’ up and no givin’ out attitude” that affects every aspect of my life and keeps me on my feet; the wonder, the real wonder of Mama, with her out of the ordinary beauty and the ability to see beauty in every moment. She’s a wise one, my Mama. And the pure unadulterated joy, the downright happiness I feel from just being around my darling baby sister and co-blogger Dana. 

So much more than just decoration–I knew there was a backstory somewhere. . . 

I am home. And it is


Peaceful weekend everyone.