Writing is like being able to put life into a snow globe. It takes the things that are too big and scary and reduces them into a form that I can put away when I want and look at from a distance. It also takes all that’s good in life and captures it into something I can take out when I want and look at close up and keep forever. It makes the bad things into something I can hold…and the good things into something I can hold onto. Both help so much that I need that little souvenir of life.

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Snow Stuff

Jules asked about some of our favorite Christmas memories. The one that immediately came to my mind was lying with my head under the Christmas tree every year and looking up at the blinking lights while “Silent Night” played on the music box that my grandfather made.
That inside view of my Christmas tree was going to be today’s show and tell, but the picture just didn’t do justice to the experience. No matter. We had the first white Christmas in ages yesterday—a lacy, lazy, Christmas card snow. This picture doesn't capture it, either, but I finally decided that nothing really could. Favorite Christmas memories? Yesterday, for one. Hope you are enjoying this magical last week of the year.

Genius is childhood recaptured. ~Bauldelaire


  1. Beautiful tree, and so nice to be blessed with another white Christmas!

  2. What a beautiful photo! Hope your Christmas was just as lovely.


  3. Thanks, Fran! And another wonderful Christmas thing--sipping "Dark Chocolate Mint" coffee. Is it ever heavenly! Just the right amounts of chocolate and mint....

  4. It's a dreamy photo--soft and glowing...

    Last night we drove home---it was about an hour ride home on the highway---and the snow made everything so beautiful and perfect. It was indeed great to have a white Christmas...

  5. I agree, Sioux--especially since the roads weren't too bad!!

  6. Don't you know better than to look up a skirt? Even a Christmas tree skirt. Kidding, but I can only imagine how thrilling it was as a kid to lie on the floor and look up into the tree. And I can almost hear your grandfather's music box. What fun memories.

  7. Okay, now I have to try that one! I see that snow out the door, what a cool memory. :) I'm glad you did not get the full storm.

    Stay warm and safe.
    Jules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow

    PS and Thank You for the shout out! :)

  8. Lovely photo, and a great quote.
    It was a postcard kind of Christmas this year.
    Donna v.


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