December came in a whirlwind and was gone.
On Friday, I took down Christmas and found myself feeling rather melancholy.
It was a beautiful month---full of excitement,
cathedral going, lovely music, fires, cozy lights, lots of snow (including fresh snow on Christmas morning---totally magical)
and gingerbread house making and decorating.
The kids were so! excited for Christmas morning...more than I think I ever remember them being, especially the boys.
All in all, it was lovely, and I was sorry to see it go.
My house always feels bleak and empty when everything comes down, tho I suppose that could be symbolic, too.
But I guess that's what makes it the way that it is.
Once a year.
Commemorating a sacred birth.
Traditions and lights and quiet and snow and family and love.
Lots of love.