Evening: Shadows gathered in vaulted ceilings. Candles flickered. The light grew dim behind stained glass windows. Lanterns dangled from golden chains.
We were on our knees when darkness came.
We were on our knees when darkness came.
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Morning: Dolls hold candy canes over the brim of stockings. Cookie crumbs dot Santa's plate. It's 6am and the tree is glowing. Chris is washing dishes. The house is quiet. Soon, we'll have kolach and cocoa. The girls will scramble out of bed. Their nightgowns will fly out behind them as they rush to the tree.
They have no idea what a gift they are to me.
Merry Christmas, Emily. Your words are a gift, too, you know.
ReplyDeleteSo happy Chris came home for Christmas! Merry Christmas!
ReplyDeleteYour words paint the picture of so many Christmases past for me. This year dolls are replaced by full grown kitchen items and there is no plate for Santa at my house. But, oh, the gift of my children rushing to the tree and my husband puttering in the kitchen....still my favorite two gifts this year as well!
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas to you and yours!
Looooooooove your words.
ReplyDeleteHappy HAPPY 2013 Xxxx
And what a treasure these moments are. Happy Christmas to you Emily.
ReplyDeleteBest,
Tina
I feel the same way about my babies.
ReplyDeletePS. I had to google kolach. Looks yummy!