I have suddenly been overcome by the spirit of Christmas. Very quietly I have tucked little ornaments and touches of the season in the corners of my little nest. I thought this might be a good time to share a small little Christmas poem I wrote last year....perhaps it will inspire you to begin to pull out the porcelain angel your grandmother gave to you or the special candy dish that always reminds you of cut rubies. Enjoy the warmth and wonder...
The simple beauty of Christmas ...
the smells of pine and spicy apple cider,
the way that childhood comes creeping back
in quiet, unexpected ways
the urge to shake a brightly covered box
or the tingle of delight when you
plunge your hand into a bulging
stocking on Christmas morning
and pull out the first small treasure.
The sitting together at days end,
paper strewn everywhere,
the fire crackling,
the heart at rest.













