She loved Christmas Eve. Christmas was always so much fun, so lovely, but Christmas Eve was extra special, magical in a way that only the holiest of nights can be.
Most of the day on Christmas Eve was spent finishing up in the kitchen on all those handmade goodies–cookies, candies, gingerbread, and hot cocoa mix– before we delivered baskets of them to neighbors and friends in the afternoon. Then the four of us, Mom, Dad, my brother, and I, would gather at home.
Christmas trees are my thing. My thang, y’all! I’ve had some favorites over the years, my Scandinavian tree, the Woodland theme that got featured on RealSimple.com, and last year’s cheery Vintage Tinsel tree.
This year I went a different way. And it has a lot of meaning to me. Every bit telling my story.
Little white birds floating somewhere between heaven and earth. Free. Resting in the fact they’re taken care of.
Red berries and bare winter branches.
Tiny white lights and tiny silver ornaments that reflect that light.
You’re one of my favorite months. You’d be my favorite but you’re gone too fast. That’s why November beats you, because I still have you to look forward to when it’s only November.
I love the cold. Cheeks red from it. Cuddles to get warm. Coffee and cider to fight the chill. Kitties warming my lap, fuzzy socks, blankets made by people I love.
I love how people want to be nice. They want to give, to remember those who don’t have enough and make sure they do. We call and visit our family and friends. We even send them real-life, actual post-office-delivered mail!
Today I choose to think about wishes and hope. About compassion and understanding. Faith and believing in a beautiful tomorrow. I choose to think about ways to serve, ways to care, ways to love. Empathy and grace. And never having to wish for more wishes.
Wishing you a magical Halloween!