Silent NightDecember 27th, 2014
tags: remember
Silent Night

I felt Christmas coming. It came in gently. Quietly.

I could have geared up - it was happening all around me. But, when I opened my “Christmas Supplies” boxes, all I imagined was how beautiful and festive the decorations would look in my daughters’ homes.

It was easy to give them away. I was already feeling Christmas, and it didn't need adornment.

Christmas feels like a soft, appreciative heart. It feels like a solitary walk on a quiet street, with tears of gratitude resting lightly under the surface of my mind.

It feels like my best friend is beside me, loving me easily and surely.

It feels like a gift has been given me, and all I can imagine is “Thank-you”.