sinatra's singing, christmas goodies for our near and dear are slowly melting into form in the oven. my love is in the kitchen sneaking a taste.
somewhere; there's a candle burning.
i've always loved the lyric "let your heart be light" -- just the idea that we as humans have some control over the weight of our hearts. it's hard to remember, but i think we do.
at christmas, a lot of times i'll let out a sigh (or a secret huff inside my head) and lament that it's all passing by so quickly and i've yet to feel it. do you ever have that? like i could be sitting on santa's lap with an eggnog in hand and somehow...i just can't feel christmas.
i've got to stop doing that. christmas is a lightness. a beauty. something tangible. and as an adult, it doesn't come as easy to me. but when i catch a glimpse of a tree lit up in a bay window, or snuggle in under some blankets to watch the same movie we watch every year...the magic finds it's way in and settles under my ribs; warms my cheeks. maybe the lightness comes when we're doing other things. like an old friend showing up on your doorstep.