Christmas

The weather outside is indeed frightful and inside it is truly delightful. I hope you've finished your shopping so that you can now savor the holiday.

This is a nice look if you're in a warm climate.

Santa will be heading out shortly ...

Okay, if your house doesn't look somewhat like this then you are in trouble. You knew Christmas was coming, it's on the 25th of December every year and, no, it is not a week earlier this year, there was just a shorter time between Thanksgiving and Christmas. We even have the Internet now, making shopping virtually effortless. Now is the time to vow that you will never let Christmas catch you by surprise again, haha. And, no, January is Not Too Early to make needlepoint Christmas ornaments for next year. Make a list of things you wish you had thought of or want to do next year.

Enjoy your time at Christmas and be grateful for everyone you have in your life.

Favorite Christmas carol, or rather the one I have the lyrics for.

It came upon the midnight clear,

That glorious song of old,

From angels bending near the earth,

To touch their harps of gold:

"Peace on the earth, goodwill to men,

From heaven's all-gracious King."

The world in solemn stillness lay,

To hear the angels sing.

Still through the cloven skies they come,

With peaceful wings unfurled,

And still their heavenly music floats

O'er all the weary world;

Above its sad and lowly plains,

They bend on hovering wing,

And ever o'er its Babel sounds

The blessèd angels sing.

Yet with the woes of sin and strife

The world has suffered long;

Beneath the angel-strain have rolled

Two thousand years of wrong;

And man, at war with man, hears not

The love-song which they bring;

O hush the noise, ye men of strife,

And hear the angels sing.

And ye, beneath life's crushing load,

Whose forms are bending low,

Who toil along the climbing way

With painful steps and slow,

Look now! for glad and golden hours

come swiftly on the wing.

O rest beside the weary road,

And hear the angels sing!

For lo!, the days are hastening on,

By prophet bards foretold,

When with the ever-circling years

Comes round the age of gold

When peace shall over all the earth

Its ancient splendors fling,

And the whole world give back the song

Which now the angels sing.

Not everything has to be red and green. There is always a spot for some pink!