I don't have any pictures; the day ran long and the night has just about got away from me.
But I do have words, and it's with those I'll paint a picture.
Our tree isn't very big. Last year it was over 9 feet tall. This year, it's a bit over six. It's spun round with strands of white lights and the ornaments have been collected from my first Christmas (1977, baby!), our first Christmas together (2004 to be exact), to the fat little blue glass owl I picked up just a few short weeks ago. There are owls and polar bears, coffee cups and snowmen. Jon and I made yarn ornaments this year. Beautiful, multi-colored balls of fabric-stiffened yarn and fabric.
There's a raven atop our tree. No star or angel for us! Truthfully, we don't have a tree topper and the raven just happened to be perched atop the bookshelf just behind the tree so it appeared to rest on the tree when I took pictures of it when it was first put in the stand. And thus a new tree topper tradition was born.
There's a manger scene in the window, wrapped round with white fairy lights. A snowman sits on the record player, a little homemade candle warms his mitten-hands.
Our cat is nestled all snug in one chair, dreaming of canned food and Christmas tree flavored water. The space heater hums merrily next to the sofa where I usually find myself after a really long, really stressful day at work.
This year has been hard. Seriously hard. Lots of stress and changes. There's been good things too, choices made, new paths discovered. For the most part, however, I'm ready for a new year. A new chance. A clean slate and a fresh start. My dreams and goals are forever growing. I see them looming on the horizon, just, as it would appear, out of reach. For a moment I ask you dear blog friends, what are your dreams for the coming year? Was your year a hard one? Perhaps you experienced loss. Big changes or small may have put the breaks on your plans. Maybe things didn't go exactly as you'd hoped.
That's what Christmas is for. To remind us of miracles. To remind us that no matter how hopeless the situation, no matter how dire the circumstances, there is always hope.
Christmas is magic. The word "magic" and the word "miracle" both come from the same roots. When boiled down to their essence, both words can be used to describe something that can not be explained, something which has just happened, without any plausible explanation.
Look out your window. Look at those around your table. Look at the pictures on your wall, the people who pass you on the street. Everyone a miracle. Everyone magic.
Nothing is impossible, dear friends. Not dreams, not goals, not plans. Not hopes. Not angels singing or virgin births. Nothing is impossible.
I'll be taking a bit of a break from blog land until January. I'll be back with a new blog to start up, a new part of the world to explore on this one, and some interesting news I'm sure! Oh, and I most definitely plan to return with a story of the impossible.
Save yours to share, dear friends.
Where there is life, there is hope.