(Longwood Gardens. December 2007. © Robin)
Christmas– that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance. It may weave a spell of nostalgia. Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance — a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved.
~ Augusta E. Rundel
I don’t really celebrate Christmas, but some of my family do so I go along for the ride.
This year the tree is still in the attic (yep, a fake tree) along with the ornaments that were collected or made over the years. The gifts are not wrapped (although the wrapping paper is sitting in the living room waiting for someone to use it). The cards have not gone out. (Every year I say I’m going to stop sending out cards, yet every year I do it because it puts me back in touch with old friends.)
We’re way behind this year. Even so, I think we’ll have a nice day, the husband, youngest son and I. And then this weekend we’ll do the whole shebang. Tree, gifts, stockings, big dinner, and the whole of my little family: husband, sons, daughter-in-law, granddaughter, and our youngest son’s girlfriend.
It’s not the Christmas part I look forward to. It’s the gathering of those I love most in the world.
Merry Christmas to those of you out there celebrating it. 
(Longwood Gardens. December 2007. © Robin)
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