What a wonderful day for writing. The sky is sunny and blue. The room is quiet as words flow out of the pen. No care of spelling, no need for punctuation, no orderly paragraph.
Christmas is coming. The advent wreath is on the table. The first blue candle has been lit. Two more purple candles, one white candle, and in the center a large white candle. Ready and waiting, reminded us of hope, joy, peace and faith. What could be better?
The big wreath is ready for the door, but the big handle hooks are in hiding.
Mother’s wee tree, decorated with gold lights, gold garland, and tiny gold balls. It’s a tree from the past – and special to me.
Soon Winterhaven streets will be glistening with sparkling lights everywhere you look. The streets will be full of people – laughing, singing – just as it once was in jolly old England. At the corner is hot chocolate or hot cider. At the entrance cans of food pile up for the Community Food Bank.
What could be better than sharing at Christmas? You all come!
Memories make each Christmas unique.