A Christmas Fair Visit
- Debra Flaming
- Nov 22, 2025
- 2 min read
Saturday, November 22nd
Today was a day wrapped in twinkle lights, peppermint air, and the joy of local creativity. Dion, Ashley, little Olivia, and I bundled up and made our way to the Christmas Fair—a beloved hometown tradition that somehow manages to feel both familiar and magical every single year.
The moment we stepped inside, we were greeted by rows of booths overflowing with handmade treasures. Quilts, candles, woodwork, ornaments, soaps, wreaths, jewelry—you name it. It was pure joy wandering past the tables, each one a tiny world of imagination and talent. I’m always amazed by the artistry tucked inside our community, and today it was on full display.
Olivia was absolutely delighted. Her eyes sparkled as she darted from booth to booth, pointing out the colorful crafts and sniffing every scented candle she could reach. Watching her take in the wonder of it all made the day feel even sweeter.
One of our main goals was to visit our dear friend Brynda Fauth, and her booth did not disappoint. Her dahlia shadow boxes—those stunning keepsakes she creates with so much care and reverence—were attracting a steady stream of admirers. Between customers, we managed to squeeze in for a quick photo together, a snapshot I’ll treasure. Seeing her art displayed so beautifully filled me with excitement for my own shadow box projects.
I’ve gathered the last of my supplies and hope to carve out a little quiet time during Thanksgiving week to finish the gifts I’m making for my daughters, daughters-in-law, and granddaughters. There’s something so special about giving a piece of the garden in a form that lasts—tiny altars of gratitude preserved behind glass. I can’t wait to see their faces when they open them.
As we headed home from the Christmas Fair, I felt deeply grateful for this season—its creativity, its connections, and the simple joy of spending time with the people I love. Days like today remind me that beauty isn’t only found in our gardens; it lives in the hands of artisans, in the sparkle of a child’s eyes, and in the moments we pause long enough to appreciate the gifts around us. As Thanksgiving approaches, I’m carrying that sense of wonder and gratitude with me, excited to share the handmade treasures of my own heart with the women in our family.
Sincerely,
Debra Flaming
