“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


morning, christmas eve day

gifts all wrapped, wind blowing cold, sun shining brighter as the day moves forward.  last night was the calling of owls and the flying of leaves and the laughter of friends.  the cat in front of the fire, a book about fairies, and finally, finally, the feeling of christmas.  the advent tree still stands, limbs all akimbo, but as of yesterday swathed in warm silver and more christmas cards, stars and hearts, brown paper loop-de-loops like we used to make in elementary school.  one of the limbs hangs over my head as i type these words, holding tight to a small glass ornament.  the cat stares at every shimmer it shimmies, and i am surprised it survived the night.

i like the idea of tree-at-the-last minute, the way it was in old back and white movies, and in the books i read as a child, ornaments and tinsel hung on christmas eve, angels getting their wings.  i like not thinking about it all the way from thanksgiving.  i'm not too old to change a habit or two, to instead begin to think about it when december rolls its way into the 20s - maybe the 21st or 22nd. yesterday i told the cat to expect something different every year.

but today?  a continuation from fall, leaves and lights, a continuation into next year.  late tonight, silence and church bells.  always, your days merry and bright.

merry christmas and happy holidays!



  1. happy christmas to you! i'm so glad you got the spirit :-)

  2. Merry Christmas emmatree ! I took down all my Christmas today and put it away. I could not stand the 'JOY' another minute. Some holidays are that way...

  3. Your words touch my heart.
    Happiest of New Years to you!


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