Christmas Time

The snow is falling gracefully down on the frozen tundra; it sparkles in the light of the newly risen moon. Sounds of Christmas carols fill the evening air and drift ever so softly to the awaiting ears. The wind is brisk as Jack Frost draws beautiful designs on the window panes of every house. It picks up speed as it changes direction, blowing a scarf over a cheerful young child's face. The smell of a pine tree, - freshly cut - sitting in a lot waiting to be bought and decorated for the Christmas holiday. Glittering with tinsel, bulbs, beads, and gadgets; to be adorned with packages underneath its branches. Families filled with laughter and love, spreading holiday cheer and the joy of Christ's coming, gather together. The warmth and aroma of freshly baked cookies, pies, and casseroles from every aunt, uncle, grandma and grandpa joining in the celebration. Where my Christmas began is in a setting like this, full of love, laughter, and joy. I love my home in Minnesota. I miss all of you who are a part of it.
But, here I am... In Dallas.. It was seventy yesterday... Out in my shorts and a T-shirt. It stinks.. Let me tell you. LOL> LOVe you guys!
Later.