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| This glass bulb, filled with milkweed silk, was given to me by a 79-year-old at the senior center where I work. Just goes to show we're never to old to capture beauty. |
For as long as I can remember, I've enjoyed sitting in a room with the only light coming from the branches of a Christmas tree. There's something about the glow that conjures up a connection to families that read together by candlelight, or popped popcorn over an open fire.
This year, we have three trees. The real one, in our family kitchen area, is strung with sentimental, homemade ornaments. A "designer" tree filled with white and gold, glass and angels stands in front of the window in the living room. My husband has decorated a tree downstairs, in the "man cave," with snowman lights and ornaments made during our daughter's classroom art projects. No matter what room I'm in, the light of a Christmas tree offers a warmth that seeps inside of me and makes me bubble up with a feeling of well being, of appreciation and gratitude.
I'm taking the rest of the year off folks. Wishing you all joy and warmth and a season filled with Christmas tree light.
