
The winter lays her fingers cold
On dark and lonely nights
But Christmas it will soon be here
To usher in the light
On dark and lonely nights
But Christmas it will soon be here
To usher in the light

And when morning breaks and the bells ring out
It is such a joyous sound
To hear them echo in the trees
That are green the whole year 'round
I have begun foraging for evergreen, berries, holly and ivy. . .well, just about anything I can use to decorate the house for Christmas. . .and thinking of all my Christmases past. . .Lately I have been longing for the ones of my childhood. . .the simplicity of them. . .It was a different time. . .a different era. . .but it sure does bring back good memories. . .
Like those of the outings we took about this same time each year to scour the woods and river banks for our decorations. . .no artificial wreaths. . .or plastic Christmas trees back then. . .We created our own unique blend of nature and crafts. . .The days leading up to Christmas meant more to me than all the presents under the tree. . .We did everything as a family. . church, parties, caroling, pot luck dinners. . ..and there were so many secrets as each of us created gifts for the others. . .It was a time to truly share our love for family and friends. . .So very special. . .bringing a smile as my thoughts wander on. . .