There was no Christmas Tree to de-decorate this year. The Christmas Spirit came quietly and slowly, asking no fuss or bother of me. What a wonderful gift !
Of course, Christmas was welcome. The Christmas dishes filled the kitchen cupboards throughout December. Christmas packages were unhurriedly wrapped. The parcels sent to far away places were mailed days before the post office deadline. For the first time in ages I mailed Christmas cards and even enjoyed it. The sparkly wreath hung on the door and a child's sleigh, bedecked with a great big red bow, until a strong wind blew it away, hung from a porch pillar.
Unexpected snow lightly covered the ground. Others busied themselves with preparations for a Christmas Eve Service, in the little white clapboard church on the cliff.
My cousin and I were off to a new Christmas in the city, at my daughter's and her husband's house. What a treat it was to have a merry little elf about, taking in the magic with his big brown eyes.
The stockings were hung on the bannister with care, and indeed at some moment St. Nick was there.
We woke to a morning of the fun of enough, without the burden of too much.
My daughter entertains with simple elegance. Next year if she wants, she can have a chance not to be Mrs. Christmas. It sure suited me this year.
Perhaps differing Christmases are the new norm.
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