creeping in along tree branches and snaking its way along the creek cloaked in white lights; it is decked out less festively than last year, but perhaps that is just my heart talking. it is christmas no matter what and could show up naked at my front door, shivering to the sound of the midnight bells on christmas Eve. christmas is really naked anyway.
but still. i love restaurants strung with white light bulbs and plenty of time to relax while shopping and girl talk over steaks or mexican food, i especially love that plenty of time part. i love white polka dots strewn across red christmas paper, diana krall singing me into the holidays, and jimmy stewart as george bailey making me feel not so small anymore. i love the idea of homemade cards, though I never have the time, my sister-in-law’s tart apple pie, frasier fir candles, small towns lit up for the holidays, cookies everywhere you shop, luminarias with real candles nestled inside, charlie brown trees, stockings filled with silliness and dark chocolate. i love the word jolly – we only use it at this time of year - and red and white candy canes scattered in boxes of gifts to be shipped. i love the idea of angels singing. and for this week leading up to the magical day, i love early darkness and chilly air.
i love that at last i have time to breathe and new tires and places to drive, and i love this warm messy home waiting for me to return. I love the christmas ornaments laying atop stacks of books, no tree yet this year, and the santa claus crinkly cat toy, a red velvet line drawn across the pale colors of my rooms. I love the glitter waiting to be opened and applied to bought cards; I love that when I open those bottles at last, glitter will be everywhere and I will find speckles of it next june and smile.
inspired by amy oscar's exactly 400 words,
though i don't have 400.
i love that i don't think she'll mind.