Christmas Is a Season, Not a Day

Someone admired this tree-topper. She or her twin sister has graced our spire each year since 1980. I've no recollection whatsoever of what we used before that. Sherry and Andrew each made one of these angels when they were in nursery school and we don't know which was made by whom. Doesn't matter.

We're still playing the Christmas CDs. I know that the radio and the malls and the everywhere play Christmas music ad nauseum starting around mid-November. And somehow I just tune it out. I'm usually very busy and can't just sit and listen and absorb the music. And besides I much prefer the versions that we have. And so from Christmas Eve on through New Year's Day, I continue to play them. And listen. And think about the words, the meanings. This year I've been particularly captivated by Enya's "Christmas Secrets," which is just beautiful and relaxing and inspiring. I'm going to listen some more late this afternoon while I work on my mitten applique swap blocks.