PEACEFUL CONTENTMENT

Staring out my window, the snowflakes fall softly and gracefully to the ground.  A mere whisper from mother nature as she delicately adorns us with her beauty.  The Church across the street stands silent with only the stain glass windows providing a symphony to the eyes against the white back drop of silence.  I hear a wild rendition of the Carol of the Bells on the radio and I am starting to feel melancholy. 

Christmas is coming.  And with it, the joys of tradition.

For me, it is about moments of giving to those whom I adore and love.  It is sitting on my brother’s couch after a wonderful meal with one of my beautiful nieces sitting down beside me whilst I idly twist her hair between my fingers into soft curls, listening to the sounds of laughter coming from my gracious sister in law, the fire hissing and crackling it’s song of winter, soft knowing smiles from my better half, gazing at the twinkly eyes of my mother and laughing at the wit of my humorous brother.  Competition and teasing combine together to create moments of pure happiness during games of cards.  Shouts of “you cheated” to indignant looks of “never” followed by small cheeky smiles, all happily bring back memories of my childhood.  The music is classically Christmas and pulls at the heart strings.  I am full from not just my dinner but from the crazy dynamics of my family that ultimately leaves me smiling.

It’s about the time together.  The fleeting moments of love surrounded by the warmth of all the wonderment of the season.  The memories of today to be etched in my forever book neatly filed within my mind. 

It is a peaceful contentment.

And as I share my memories with you today, I had this thought and I wondered if any of you would be interested.  I was thinking how wonderful it would be to share a tradition or a memory that makes this time of year so special for you.  If you are interested, I would love to feature your memories here every Monday from now till Christmas.  All you have to do is email me at freds.mommy@gmail.com.

Until Next Time.
Smooches Pooches