I loved going into the family room at night after everyone else was in bed, turning off the room lights and just sitting and enjoying the glow of the Christmas lights and ornaments, using that time to unwind and slow my mind. The soft scent of the evergreen, the twinkle of the little lights woven through the interior of the tree, the pride I feel in the beauty of the ornaments I make, all make for a good experience.
But now the tree is gone. And the room, which was somewhat crowded with the big tree, now looks so barren and empty.
I wonder why we decorate with such abandon only once a year?
I miss my Christmas tree.
Joy Journal: The wonderful cup of coffee I had while still in bed this morning.