A man is at his finest
towards the finish of the year;
He is almost what he should be
when the Christmas season is here;
Then he's thinking more of others
than he's thought the months before,
And the laughter of his children
is a joy worth toiling for.
He is less a selfish creature than
at any other time;
When the Christmas spirit rules him
he comes close to the sublime.
~Edgar Albert Guest
They look ordinary, yet, each and every one of them has a story. Old with new, handmade or handed down, each has a place on the Christmas tree, our tree. Each time we take them out of the box, lives are relived, people are remembered and perhaps a new memory will be made. One of the ways our traditions are born — at under the Christmas Tree.
Oh, Christmas! I love thee! I take pleasure in the warmth of the season, letting it wrap me in a blanket of delight. There is that glow in these lingering moments. And suddenly Christmas is borne into your heart. May your burdens be light and your blessings abundant. Twinkle radiantly!!
I revel in the air of Christmas. I do. There is just that certain magic, with the memorable carols quietly playing in the background of my mind. The smells that you can only associate with Christmas… a mixture of certain spices, Christmas trees, and candy canes with that peppermint twist. Decorations are everywhere, lights are shining bright and people are generally nicer, if not downright pleasant. Focus on the good and the less good becomes a blur.
Peace on Earth, goodwill to men.
Thank you for visiting my post 💖 Because of you, I come back to post, again and again. And never forget, kindness counts. Wherever you go, whatever you do.
Very pretty!
:)) Thank you so much. My first comment!
amiga de nuevo yo aqui buscando algo de ingreso,esta situacion ya de hambre aqui en venezuela,veo que se alejo,espero este bien , un abrazo desde venezuela y cuidese del virus