And with it little familiar bits from Christmases past are springing up around the house…
This one is my especial reminder of Powell River, gifted to me by a friend just before we moved away…
Little by little Christmas baking is happening—starting with caramel corn—the best ever recipe!
And humble little ornaments are being created to share…
And we have had the fun of a happy grandkid sleepover. We all had a splendid time! It was a fond reminder of when our house was full of young ‘uns…
The walk to the mailbox has brightened…
And the outdoors has turned into a deep-freeze as we head into our first Alberta winter since Bible School days in Three Hills!
The elk still come by and it’s no longer kids that trample the snow in the yard, but elk….usually by night when we are unawares.
We are discovering new small town traditions. The CP Rail Holiday train passed through this week, stopping at a pedestrian crossing on a cold sub-zero night to throw down a boxcar wall and voila! instant stage for some lively Christmas music. Dancing along kept us all from frostbite, but just barely.
And now, as befits the season, I’m home nursing a cold by the gas fireplace in our cozy little suite, listening to music…
--LS
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying, Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men. Luke 2:13-14 KJV
Music is one of the best parts of Christmas time. Here's a piece to enjoy ( :
2 comments:
I believe that your Christmas decorations and traditions are very similar to ours -- part nostalgia, part mayhem, part yummy-ness -- all pointing to Jesus!
I do hope that your cold passes quickly.
Those grandchildren look like lots of fun -- We have our grandboy this evening, and even the Uncles look forward to it!
So happy to receive a visual greeting!
Part mayhem ( : I like that.
Enjoy your grandboy! We hope to have ours over for another sleepover if their grandma gets her health back in time! What's Christmas without little people?! Unto us a child is born...
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