It is that time, when bells are ringing and children are singing. It is the Christmas season, the most wonderful time of the year, many say. It is hard not to declare this a truth, when kitchens smell like cookies and twinkling lights wrap around porches like southern vines.
Winter break begins on Wednesday, and until then, the rabbit patch corners are piled with presents to be wrapped, pretty paper and ribbons and possibly more lights. The “morning table” has a list beside the lamp, which is significant, as I never make a list for anything. . . unless it is Christmas.
Moon Shine, has decided he is a proper house cat now. Maybe, Christmas is a factor. He is the worst thing to wrap presents with. Cash and Christopher Robin are content to nap or watch from a safe distance. Moon Shine is underfoot hoping a scrap of ribbon falls his way-he feels the same way about shiny paper. The scissors have been found in another room altogether because I took a coffee break. Apparently, he does not believe in Santa nor wonder if “reindeer really know how to fly”. He is willing to take his chances, on that. Jenny says the same thing about Lyla.
This morning, I am up early. The Christmas season at the rabbit patch is so far, foggy. The heavy mist with the bare trees gives a wintry picture out the window. If I glance in the direction of my neighbors, I see the glow of their strung lights and think what a lovely card it would make- otherwise, it looks like a scene from “Wuthering Heights”.
Tres and Kelsey are on the way to the rabbit patch, now. We will leave for Elizabeth City, shortly. Will and Jenny have been in their new home just a few months, but Jenny knew where the Christmas tree would be, long before she knew where the sofa and beds would be placed. Today, I will witness her decision and sing “Jingle bells” with Lyla. I look forward to showing Tres our familiar trek by the river and discussing Christmas secrets with Kelsey.
At Christmas, I gather memories by taking great note of such occasions . I hoard them up like something precious, because to me, they are. They are the “stories in the making” that I will tell Lyla and the children to come, in our family. I will deliver them tenderly and with great honor, as in some sense, they are our own”gold, frankincense and myrrh” .
The memories with friends and family are such a treasure to be stored up and dispensed to the future generations. Oral history is wonderful….I remember my grandma telling us stories of her childhood.
Oh my! I came across your post just minutes (I swear) after posting my own take on “gold, frankincense and myrrh”. Quelle coincidence! Thank you for a lovely article.
Such a fun and wonderful time. You have a delightful way of writing. I enjoy it tremendously.
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oh thank you-A sweet comment makes my day-a little gold there!!!
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I can’t wait to read more of your posts. Thank you.
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thank you sweet one! What a nice thing to say.
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Enjoy.
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hope I get to see you! thank you!!
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Oh, love love, love! I have already “Sunday Shared” you, but may I do so again? I’d like to share this beautiful post tomorrow!
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please do- and thank you for your kind and generous spirit!
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What a touching and such a sweet post. Yes these memories we make are stuff for stories to come. Bless you! ❤
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Thank you and blessings to you! May we both make some beautiful stories!
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The memories with friends and family are such a treasure to be stored up and dispensed to the future generations. Oral history is wonderful….I remember my grandma telling us stories of her childhood.
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we do remember-stories are powerful and binding. and I will tell you I am enjoying new memories tonight.
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You have a blessed time with your family!! It makes me smile just thinking about it.
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I KNOW you get it. Thank you
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Oh my! I came across your post just minutes (I swear) after posting my own take on “gold, frankincense and myrrh”. Quelle coincidence! Thank you for a lovely article.
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haha! That has happened to me too! At least twice now-I can not wait to read yours. Thank you for reading mine.
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Wishing you LOTS of very special memories this Christmas 😇😇😇
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Such a sweet post. And I agree that the best Christmas presents we’ll ever have are our Christmas memories!
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Love the ending particularly! You have such a great viewpoint. Enjoy it all!
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❤️❤️❤️
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