Okay, maybe walking in the woods on a snowless Christmas evening is more accurate. It was close to 50 degrees today, unusually warm for December. A great day for getting out not just once, but twice on long walks. Though to be fair, when I went by the lake it was no longer a balmy 50, but a windy 30 something. The day was bright and beautiful, perfect for getting out and about to work off the Christmas breakfast, and be ready for the Christmas dinner. We have reached a stage in our house where there are no more new toys to occupy the time, or electronics to fiddle with. It is now the stage where doing something outdoors will be a bigger part of the day’s events. And that is okay, it is all part of children growing up, and new things starting. Yet, it is a change from Christmases past, the ones that linger in memory throughout life as “best”, when the wonder of Santa, and snowfall, and sparkling Christmas lights made it all seem magical. I remember the ones from my childhood, all white (well, all but 1 if I recall correctly), all exciting, and all full of holiday sparkle.
That is how it should be I think, giving us holidays to remember.