Wednesday, December 24, 2008

I'm Deaming No More

When we moved this summer to Santa Fe, NM I had hopes that we would have a white Christmas. I was told that it often snows just a little around Thanksgiving each year, but not much else until January and like clockwork we received a few inches of snow on the Friday after Thanksgiving. It was just enough to thrill my daughter and make her want more. After that when I asked her what she wanted for Christmas she would often include snow to play in on her list . We were both dreaming of a white Christmas and it looks like we got our wish. Yesterday we received about 9 inches of snow, plenty for snow balls, a snow family, and to make it a little difficlut to go anywhere. Which is actually just fine with me. We might even get a little more tonight.

It is only Christmas eve, but the joy of Christmas is already burning brightly in our hearts. The snow fall fulfilled childhood dreams and has made us slow down and enjoy time together. Presents have yet to be opened and Santa has yet to visit us, but the joy on my daughters face is irreplaceable and means so much more then anything we could have purchased.

I hope your Christmas and New Years is as wonderful as ours. Remember to cherish the special things that you share with those you love and just for a day or two let go of those stresses that sometimes put a shadow on the joys in your life. Celebrate the beauty around you and the giving that abounds. And remember a smile goes much father then a frown.

Tonight as I tuck my daughter into bed we will read once more "The Night Before Christmas" and as St. Nick does at the end of the poem, I wish you, "A Happy Christmas to all and to all a Good Night."


Melanie @ Whimsical Creations said...

How beautiful!!

New England Quilter said...

How wonderful that you are able to enjoy a White Christmas! Have a wonderful New Year!

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