I so remember the cold winter
nights in Indiana. School would be out for Christmas
and sometimes it would snow so
much that we were out of school for a long time..
2 weeks extra even.
Without electricity, those cold winter nights looked different
than when there are street
lights and other lights that light up the sky. It was quiet,
cold and good to be home.
It was always good to be home. That is the one place
we should have to gather our
strength to meet the next day.
I
remember looking out the window and if the moon was shining, it would just
light
up the dark earth. If
there was snow on the ground, it would literally glisten.
I remember the comfort of
being inside where it was warm and comfy.. where
there was someone who made it all okay.
There
wasn't any expectations for gifts.. for toys... it was just Christmas and
Christmas meant Jesus's
birthday. A tree, yes... and some decorations, yes...
but we were void of being bombarded with
advertisements on toys. Christmas
has taken on a different hue
than it did then. We can't go back, I know...
we are destined to change....
we can't help ourselves.
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