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.
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.
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