The Christmas tree is up, stockings are hung above the fireplace (the first time in my adult life I can say that), and, most important of all, my grampa’s little handmade chapel is on display. It isn’t Christmas without it. Even when I haven’t decorated any other way, it’s a non-negotiable.

I even did a search through my blog for this in years past — I’ve posted about it at least seven times. It’s one of the most priceless things I own.

My grampa made it 100 years ago, modeling it after the first church he attended with my grandma. I spent my entire childhood loving that chapel every Christmas at his house.

I cannot adequately express how much I love this little chapel or the fact that I get to call it mine.

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