From Divine Appointments…The Greatest Gift
The cabin is snug and cozy tonight.
Gently snoring, dogs on soft beds kick and yip as they dream of chasing the purring black cat nestled down and dozing on a warm blanket.
The fire glows brightly.
I watch the dancing colors mesmerize and hypnotize me from my favorite comfy chair; an old quilt jumbled around me. A steaming cup of tea warms the body and soul.
All is warm and pleasant.
The tree lights wink softly in the branches. It’s magical and enchanting.
My wandering mind recalls vivid scenes of Christmases past—pine-scented memories of the perfect tree, glowing lights, and cherished ornaments sparkling as they peek out from their carefully chosen spot on the Christmas tree.
Fragrant mugs of creamy cocoa with floating marshmallows mingle with the homey smells of holiday baking as Christmas carols sing out on the record player.
Memories of laughter and excited anticipation on Christmas Eve—Light of the world, blessed hope, holy and sacred.
The fire pops and crackles busily, snickering to itself as the peaceful evening flows on—past and present thoughts mix and blend, drowsy.
The distinctive sound of falling snow on this silent night.
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