The first thing you see when you come Through My Back Door is a beautiful fresh wreath. Inside you will find my pretty poinsettia in my Mothers old yellow ware bowl. Merriment times 2. Or 3. The wreath and poinsettia were brought to me by Dodd and Renda. Nothing says Christmas like fresh greenery.
Did you spy a few more Santa's? Thanks for coming Through My Back Door where life is good.