It's raining today, and that means I can't work outdoors, the rest is good for my tired bones, and the chance to do some serious daydreaming. Or TV watching, and it's the Christmas in July event on the shopping channel! It isn't that long until the snow will be in the air and i will be spending my time feeding the furnace. No I don't really need reminded of that. But Christmas, that could be different, the bright lights and carols and the cookies.

There are cards in the mailbox, and a box of cards needing to be addressed on the kitchen counter. The lights need to be hung, and the tree put up. But no matter because those things are really months away, and of course they will all be left until the the possible moment, rushing around is part of the tradition.
A tree? a pre-lit tree that snaps together in three easy steps, well what do you do it some bulbs burn out? And since you can't take it apart again, where does one store a 12 foot pre-lit artificial guaranteed never to shed balsam? Especially if you also leave it decorated.
Christmas, it is the magic and the anticipation we knew well as children and then again through our children and grandchildren. Dickens said in "A Christmas Carol" something about keeping Christmas in your heart always, and some of us do. It feels good, and it is good to let your imagination wander over what the "perfect"
Christmas would be like, what memories you would like to make and the ones you would like to leave others with. It really just might be a whole lot more than it appears, may-be there will always be the hopes and anticipation of a child on Christmas eve somewhere in our heart, and is that such a bad thing?
Christmas would be like, what memories you would like to make and the ones you would like to leave others with. It really just might be a whole lot more than it appears, may-be there will always be the hopes and anticipation of a child on Christmas eve somewhere in our heart, and is that such a bad thing?
