25 days! Christmas is coming!

I had intended to blog each day, but yesterday I did a snapshot of our Christmas spirals, and today I posted a pic of us seeing the Bagwell Lights, and obviously, I there was no blog. I did write a sad, mopey blog about my existential work crises, but that isn't Christmasy.

When we were young we would drive by a house we called "Winter Wonderland" in Maryland Heights, St. Louis. The yard had numerous Christmasy decorations and ornaments. Of course it wasn't anything like the lights people have now, but the magic of driving by slowly, especially when their was snow (and of course, it was on the way to Granny's house), and just seeing the "magic" is a special memory.
After we moved to Springfield, sometimes we would still drive to Granny's for Christmas Day and that magical lawn still inspired us.

This was when magic was still possible and miracles weren't questioned. My brothers and I would gasp excitedly and call out the wonders we saw, and my parents played along driving slowly. I hope my children have such good memories.

Christmas is coming! 27 day countdown

Let's count down to awesomeness, shall we?

Why 27? Because this is when I thought of it. No, it isn't in reference to the 27-thing fling boogie.

Tonight the youngsters are snuggling in front of the TV, watching Rudolph.

Who doesn't have memories of cold winter nights, in front of a box TV, sniffling at the injustice Rudolph and the other misfits faced? Who rejoiced with Rudolph when his worth was finally realized and he shone (quite literally) that little light of his-and was all the more appreciated for it?

Maybe tomorrow, we should make it our goal to let our little light shine. Crazy, smart, flamboyant, kind, neat-freak, haphazard, crafty, funny--whatever your special gift is, let it shine.