Mr. Nelson isn’t sure about all this cold, white stuff
It’s been snowing steadily for over a week now, and the temperatures haven’t been above freezing for at least as long. Up here in the PNW we usually have a green Christmas and I can’t remember the last time we had this much snow that stuck around for this long. There’s something peaceful about all of it though. People seem to take life a little slower, being more content to stay at home than is usual. To me, there’s something joyful about having snow before Christmas. Holiday spirit seems easier to achieve somehow, now that it looks like Christmas does on all the cards we send each year.
This morning we rose at 5 AM, bundled up, and headed out to help deliver presents and food to local needy families via Project Santa Claus. Though the cold was bitter, my heart felt warm to be able to do something for others who need it so much this time of year. After we left one particular house, I could hear the squeals and giggles of excitment from the little ones echo across the snow before their door closed. R. Darling looked at me and smiled and said, “Now that’s what it’s all about.” I tried to choke out a “yeah” but instead burst into tears. It just breaks my heart to think that these people have so little and there are so many times when I bellyache about doing without, when I really have nothing whatsoever to complain about.
Because I can’t hardly say anymore right now without bursting into tears again (too late), I’ll leave you with a picture of my Christmas tree, requested by my pal over at Fond Of Snape:
Our 2008 Christmas tree
(and if you look real close, you’ll see a curious Nelson in the corner!)
Happy Holidays Bloggy Peeps!