Over Christmas we had over a foot of snow arrive in our little neck of the woods. It felt like a scene out of a storybook. Ever falling snow, lights glowing, families gathered, church services attended, comfort food that magically appeared each and every day, and then more snow fell. Beautiful seems like such a small word for something so perfectly timed.
At our house we usually leave the Christmas tree up until the beginning of January. There's so much rushing around before the holidays that I want to savor it after Christmas and soak it all in. Why rush to put it all up and then rush to take it all down? I love these days after Christmas as the holiday dust settles down, the breathing returns to a much more relaxed pace, and the lights are still glowing. Waiting ever so patiently for me to enjoy. Maybe I need to leave those lights on all winter... :)
