The kind of Christmas I remember, and the one I miss, wasn’t about spectacle. It was light through frosted windows and the smell of cinnamon lingering in the hallways.
I made this for anyone who’s been looking for that feeling again.
It’s Christmas Day in Crumb Canvas. A village waking up to winter wonder, wrapping paper rustling, warm kitchens, and the kind of quiet magic that’s hard to find.
Wishing you all a joyful and magical Christmas.
