Pause, last pause, in Advent is definitely an opportunity to stop for a minute and become self-aware. Not in a mean way, but in a realistic way, right? Do you know that I did not even open the Christmas boxes this year? I rarely say this but, the season rushed by because I was at school until Friday, and I didn't have TIME to do all the fussing and fixing that I have done in the past. So, this morning I shall go to the grocery store like a very EARLY bird and buy a lot of food for the EVE and the DAY.
I will continue to ponder my dear Light of the World.
Bill gave me two Christmas books early. This is a lovely tale of beautiful coincidence by Patricia Polacco. The pictures have so much bright red. Bright red brings cheer, doesn't it?
This book contains gorgeous photographs of Nordic scenes. Aren't the balls cute?
Even though I haven't sent out holiday cards in years, some nice people still send cards to us. I love this puppy-Santa.
It's all so close and it will be happy and food-laden. I like to keep Christmas in my heart every day, so when it's all over I shall surely have that happy "let's get back to normal" feeling. I'll start thinking about the garden and I might feel like scrubbing and dusting. There are so many sweet things to do, aren't there? Knitting. Ironing. Reading. Writing poems. Writing letters. Drinking tea. Napping.
Yes, I pause to say that I'm okay with simply going slow and feeding my sweet family. I shall bake a pie, a fruit cake, and I shall take my spot on the sofa so I can watch the girlies run around and around the main floor. I'm blissfully content. Blissfully thankful.
God be with you, friends.