Not a creature is stirring, not even a mouse.
Well, unless I count myself. 🙂
It is 5am a few days until Christmas. I’m sitting on my couch in my soft robe with a cup of hot chocolate—laced with a peppermint stick, of course—in my hand and my computer in lap.
It’s a blissful morning since I’m writing by the lights of my Christmas tree.
December is the most favorite time I spend with my craft, a time like no other, no matter the month, season, or holiday. I don’t know how to explain it, but there is just something different about sitting in the shadows of such a timeless symbol and elegant reminder of the innocence of Christmas.
The red, blue, green, and yellow lights reflecting off the tinsel brings, not only an inner peace I don’t know if I could justify with simple words, but memories of Christmas’s long since passed. Unwrapping gifts as a child from family and friends, decorating the tree year after year, and now watching the spirit and magic of Christmas in the eyes of my daughters.
With each passing year, more and more homemade ornaments fill the pine scented branches of our yearly tree, bringing more memories that will last throughout the years just as much as the ones they join. Nearly all of the ornaments on my tree are the same ones I put on the each of the trees growing up.
Old Hallmark ones with the years 1988 and 1989 written on them. Handmade ones my Grandmother stitched and stuffed when my mom was a child and money was tight. Ones I made as a young child in school, and now ones my daughter has made. It’s funny how a badly painted ball by a two year old or a Styrofoam star covered in glitter can melt your heart.
In less than a couple of weeks, I will take each of the ornaments down, boxing them up for another year. I will miss them as I am not ready to let go of Christmas just yet. I feel this way every year, and this year is no different. Of course with the end of Christmas comes the last holiday of this season. Our time to celebrate 2017 is just around the corner—another year of everyday life and another year of counting down the days until I can write by the soft glow again.
So what is your favorite holiday tradition? Or if you don’t have any, what is your favorite thing about Christmas?
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays!
Don’t forget that my novel, When the Black Roses Grow, was chosen for Books and Benches December Cover Contest! If you haven’t done so yet, please stop on by and vote! Thank you so much!