Intricate Celtic ornament coloring page with knotwork bauble, bow, bell, and mistletoe sprigs.

Celtic Bauble with Bow and Mistletoe

A ribbon-topped bauble hangs beneath mistletoe branches, its round body packed with mirrored Celtic knots, spirals, and leaf-like panels.

Free to print for personal and classroom use. This coloring page is part of the Ornament collection, made for teens and adults, drawn in a Celtic style. A good pick for Christmas.

🎨 How to color it

Layer deep emerald through the Celtic knotwork, use antique gold for the bell and ribbon, and touch the mistletoe berries with pearl white. Because the bauble is packed with narrow crossings and mirrored curls, color one strand at a time with sharp pencils, following each line until it slips under another. Let the center glow from pale gold to amber, as if a small light is caught behind the woven pattern.

🔢 How this color by number works

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Find each number in the key and fill its zone: 332 zones and 9 colors, sized for adults. Tiny unnumbered slivers borrow the color of their neighbors, and the little model above shows the finished page whenever you want to check your work. More grids like this live in our color by number gallery.

Prefer classic line art? Open this drawing as a regular coloring page.

The story behind this coloring page

Sable Rings the Small Bell — Every evening, Sable polished the tiny brass bell-thread that hung from the old winter ornament in the museum rotunda, then stepped back before anyone noticed. Read the full story →

Every evening, Sable polished the tiny brass bell-thread that hung from the old winter ornament in the museum rotunda, then stepped back before anyone noticed. The thread looked like nothing: a pale twist below the bow, soft as lint, smelling faintly of cedar oil and cold glass. Until one evening, the great clock above the marble stairs stopped without a sound.

Because of that, the guards did not open the roof shutters for the solstice moon. Because of that, the silver light meant to wake the sleeping knotwork stayed outside, pressed against the dark panes. Sable held the thread between two fingers. It had belonged to her mother, who had never rung it either.

At last she pulled. One small note trembled through the rotunda, not loud, not brave, just true. The shutters sighed open; moonlight poured over every interlaced curve, and Sable, wonder-struck, polished the tiny brass bell-thread once more.