Christmas is upon us.
I can smell it in the air.
You can see your breath in puffs.
Clouds of warm air evaporating in the chilly atmosphere.
Lights glimmering in the night.
Deer and angels dancing with the shadows.
Christmas carols echoing in the distance.
O Come, O Come, Emmanuel.
My cup runneth over with hot chocolate.
(Mexican’s my favorite)
Cookies fill the countertops.
Plates are passed around.
Eyes are closed and sweets are savoured.
Hearts are full.
Memories are made.
It’s a good life.
It’s a rich life.
It’s a beautiful life.
For unto us a Child is born,
And the government will be upon His shoulder;
And His name will be called
Prince of Peace.