We string the twinkle lights, decorating each corner, stretching them as far and high as we can reach. Their glow seems to possess a magical power, bringing warmth and love to the cold and the dark. As I stumble into the living room in the wee hours of the morning, my first stop is to light the tree, and weary turns towards joy.
My tree may still be bare of ornaments, but the lights are enough for now, and even just-right for a few minutes of morning reading. Also enough? A few nativities here and there, that I moved from one place to another. The only other decorating I've done is to rearrange the piano top, setting out my nativity hurricanes. Only... I can't seem to recall where I stowed the nativity rings last year. But coming home to flickering candles (electric, on a timer) has brought a smile to my face, even without the shepherds praising and the wise men approaching. Maybe this weekend there will be more...
Oh, December, you may be last, but maybe it is a true case of saving the best for last. My house may not be decked out and ready, but my heart is open and already full of Christmas joy. Christmas joy and light.
How far that little candle throws his beams! So shines a good deed in a weary world.
-William Shakespeare
3 comments :
Maybe because Thanksgiving was so late this year, but I'm haivng the same trouble. Having our hearts ready is so much more important than having perfect decorations, right? Thanks for reminding me of that. December has the shortest day, but the days start getting longer minutes at a time the next day. Hope and renewal. Hugs.
Makes me think of the lines from the Christmas classic: "a weary world rejoices, for yonder breaks a new and glorious morn'.." Holding tight to that hope and renewal!
Beautiful my friend. Christmas is in our hearts (and you have a HUGE heart) so even if your house isn't fully decorated; the Christmas is always there.
XO
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