The book lay in my lap, not giving me what I was looking for. I want to read the mystery of the season, find the Christmas story and discover its power; attend to the meaning of it all and to the challenges the story poses as to how I live and what I regard as important.
But, I will not rush hastily into it. There is time enough to properly fill my soul. I inhale the beauty of the night, my thoughts wandering.
Perfection cannot really be expressed in words, nor can it really be achieved, This moment feels right, and for the purpose of filling that inner happiness, it is a perfect night for a perfect night. All is calm, all is right.
There are Christmas hymns playing softly in the background, working its way up to booming. You know the words, come on and join in!
Most people know intuitively, that the privileges and good things they enjoy in life are gifted to them and that they are meant to be grateful for what they have. May your gracious heart shine throughout the year.
I 馃挅 you. Oh, yes I do. The Season of Joy. I've said it a hundred times already, but, each time I say it, it's true. Oh, Christmas, you do it every time!
As the month turned into weeks, soon it will be merely days. The Christmas countdown is making good time. Officially, there are 12 days, 23 hours, 24 minutes and 12 seconds. I give you the Christmas countdown and one Christmas photo.
All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.
Love to you, Denise 鉂わ笍
The Naming of Cats
The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,
It isn鈥檛 just one of your holiday games;
You may think at first I鈥檓 as mad as a hatter
When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES.
TS Elliot