Thursday, December 16, 2010

Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree

How lovely are your branches.
A tree of any size, real or not, when decorated presents a beautiful sight.

golden globes,
and candy canes
show the colors of Christmas.

Presents tied up in bows wait for family and friends. I hope they will be delighted with my choices for them.

We await, too, the arrival of the Christ Child to bring light and love to the darkened world. How lovely is the Holy Family with its promise of peace and good will. Our earthly family gathers to celebrate the baby's coming and to share togetherness.

     The Joys 
         of the Season 
              be with You.

Wednesday, December 08, 2010

Beauty of Hoarfrost

Hoarfrost created early this week has lasted for days painting our landscape with white beauty. Railings, limbs and bushes wear a lacy coat. The patterns are intricate and beautiful.

Monday, December 06, 2010

Christmas Shopping

         Today the sun shone brightly enticing me to leave my condo with lists in hand. The sticky note pieces bore a name and items to find for that individual. I pasted them to one of those thick coupon cards that come in the newspaper inserts. Because it was Monday and early, the traffic flowed nicely, drivers minded their manners. Parking lots had open spaces close to store entrances, always a helpful circumstance.
         In the mall, shoppers sauntered the corridors wending their way from store to store lugging parcels. I took my shopping bag to the car and returned. Traversing the aisles of merchandise made easier without a bunch of parcels. Decorations of red and green, music, and bright displays added a holiday mood to my search for the perfect gifts for family members. The lady ahead of me in the checkout line handed me a discount coupon from her stash! What a honey.
         I returned home with tired feet to sort my items and reorganize my lists. I made a start, a good start on the gift list. I stocked the cupboard with ingredients for fruit cake which will get made this week. While I stir the mixture, I will remember my mother. Fruit cake was one of her favorite things at Christmas. Memories of her will waft on the aroma coming from the oven as it bakes.