Sitting on the floor in front of the
fireplace, feeding the fire a log now and again, roasting chestnuts in a
wire holder, marshmallows on a stick.
Christmas tree lights
flashing on and off, casting shadows and reflecting a jumble of colors,
familiar carols that everyone knows the lyrics to. Piles of presents
all gold and green and red, covered in Santas and reindeer, ribbons and
bows.
Looking out the window to see snow swirling around the porch lights, firs swaying in the wind that croons around the eaves, little curls of cold air puffing in around the windows.
And don't forget the mistletoe!
You've missed so many Christmases. I hope this one is the last. I do so hope!
And the light shineth in the darkness; and the darkness comprehendeth it not.
~ John 1:5
