I love Christmas. LOVE. That’s right. Capitals and bold, together in one word.
Our tree this year has more lights than branches, but I adore the old fashioned feeling of a tree with imperfections. It makes me want to watch Charlie Brown and string popcorn and cranberries like they did on The Waltons, where every Christmas was the best ever.
My always patient, saint-of-a-mother let us string popcorn one year, and it was only a slight disaster. My older brother Cole’s was crafted perfectly, and well deserved the oohs and ahhs it received as he wrapped it around the tree. Being the wizard that I am with a needle and thread, I somehow turned mine into more of a cluster (yes…as in grapes), and it was hung as an ornament somewhere near the back. I will try again someday, and will not feel too badly if my skills have not improved. Heaven forbid they haven’t, considering I was five.
I have much to be thankful for this year. God has blessed me with a happy marriage, a supportive family, unbelievable in-laws, new clients, and creative challenges. I have a few ideas to kick-off the new year, and will share those as they unfold.
In the meantime, we will make plans to travel with family, scramble to find gifts, and enjoy the season. My heart this time of year is so full that it could burst at any moment. I think this is probably how those Waltons felt.