The tree is next to me and I don't think I have actually sat and really looked at it yet this season. Yea, sure I have looked at it. But I haven't just sat and stared at it. Like when you're a kid.
I remember sitting in the dark living room of the house on Auburn and staring at the reflection of the lights on the ceiling. (Of course, modern LED lights don't cast quite the same warm glow or shadows that traditional lights do.) My sisters and I would sit and stare at the tree and it was beautiful. Wondrous. Magical.
I hope it is the same for my kids. But I don't know. I haven't really sat with them to show them how to dream in front of one. Like my mom did with us. I just remember savoring those last few moments at night when my mom wold turn off the lights in the house and for a few minutes everything in the world was right. It was a special, sacred place with multi-colored lights, gleaming glass orbs, and sparkling tinsel. Anything was possible.
I kind of regret I haven't taken the time to reflect on my tree before now. To study the way the needles curl upwards or to appreciate the ornaments while remembering where they came from; getting a thrill from knowing that something good would soon be waiting for you under that tree.
But tonight, I need the time to appreciate the simplicity of this tree in my home. To know a good Christmas was had by my family. I want to feel that sacred space for a moment. To remember all the previous years that I have spent there alone and with loved ones. And to pray that we can share many more whispering in the semi-dark, telling each other secrets and dreaming about the future.
God Bless everyone!
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