Good evening! And Merry Christmas. I was wanting to tell you something really profound this evening, about time and wintertime, hope and peace and love, but after an evening of chopping veggies and preparing for tomorrow's feast--and after enjoying some eggnog and stollen . . . the spell has come over me.
We woke up to snow this morning! We are having a white Christmas. Fortunately, the roads aren't bad, either!
This is how I like Christmas trees the best: at night, when they enrapture me with their radiant, warm light. As I write this, the Weihnachtspyramide glows, just like it always has, and a part of me glows along with it.
I would tell you more, but it's time for us all to get to sleep: "You know, Santa won't come if you're still awake!"
So I leave you with this scene. A quiet room, the glowing tree, the cats curled up.
All is calm, all is bright.
* * * * Merry Christmas, everyone. * * * *
(Psst: If you're unfamiliar with our "weird" Christmas tree, see this post from last year.)