It's the night the kids have been waiting for in dire agony of anticipation. Well, mine have been at least. There isn't much Christ in our Christmas but it stills reigns supreme as the holiday of choice. Maybe it just needs a new name. Celebration of family, generosity, light against the dark, connection, gratitude. All good stuff. We cut an evergreen this year and it stands in a glorious multicolored nimbus like the Bean King of old. A few weeks crowned and brilliantly festooned as our holiday Tree only to be consumed in the woodstove come January. It resides over a small mountain of little wrapped things that give the girls spasms of curiosity. So mysterious and magical, the whole scene.
So we finish up the last secretive bundling, rest, sip wine and eggnog, open one gift, hang stockings and then prod the kids to bed because Santa is coming and he really needs his rest if tomorrow is going to be decent. Cheers.
Picture: The Tree
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