And all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. The stockings were STILL hung by the chimney with care, even though Saint Nicholas had already been there. Hmm. Tonight I contemplate the fact that I have not yet contemplated taking down the tree. While I don’t want to be one of those people who’s garish decorations annoy the neighbors through July, is there really such a rush to be done with it? The twinkles and the lights are so pretty.
It was such a pleasant, quiet, undramatic holiday this year. I look around my cabin and it occurs to me again that the simple things are so…I don’t know. Take this for example. Jessica gave me home made bees wax candles-the gift of light. The Spellman’s gave me a cookbook-the gift of creativity. Patrick gave me fire starters for my stove-the gift of warmth. Tim and Paula gave me the most amazing meal of my year-the gift of nourishment. Mom and Dad gave me a stainless steel pour over coffee filter-the gift of consciousness (ha ha).
How many things do we pass over quickly because they aren’t big and in your face extravagant? Yet if you look just a little deeper, how rich and meaningful they become.