“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan


advent day 4: tinsel & twinkle & the toes of angels

saturday, and shopping must be done,
though i am far more interested in wrapping & tying bows,
and oohing & ahhing at the lights
and thinking about tonight and all the fun stuff.
this morning i am all about the twinkle in santa's eye
and the twinkle of fairy lights wrapped around trees, 
and i am giving in to the child who waited for christmas morning,
who knew there was magic afoot and above.
there will be sugar cookies with silver sprinkles
and christmas carols painted on wrapping paper
and singalongs in the car as i drive from town to town.
the angels are still up there,
their toes dangling just below the clouds;
i can see them swinging back & forth
as they gossip a bit of angel gossip,
their perfect pedicures sparkling in the sun.
they are letting me loose for the day.
keeping an eye on me, but letting me loose.
today is about the twinkle, the glitter, the sparkle,
and they understand,
tossing out a bit of angel dust to guide me.



  1. i can see your soul twinkling from here. xo

  2. Glitter, sparkle, and a bit of angel dust are the perfect things to celebrate the season. They bring sunshine to our eyes and envelop our hearts.

  3. Yes! I want to jump right into the holidays, too. My dining room is a happy mess of wrapping paper and bows and there's a pile of Christmas cards-in-the-making in the art room. Tomorrow is a Christmas Cooking (and Wine Drinking) Day with the Girls - Fa la la!I wish we could join you at the Blue Moon Gardens to see the lights and to join in the singing. I hope you had fun!

  4. PS: I like your description of the angels swinging on the clouds with perfect pedicures sparkling in the sun. *smile*

  5. yup, i see those toes, dangling. it snowed this morning in just that way, the way that looks like angel dust...

  6. oh, wow, I want to come! That sounds like such perfect holiday fun!

  7. This season is passing so quickly, the twinkle looks more like a passing beam of light. I want to make it all slow down.


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