Across the frigid water lays a sleeping dragon dusted in the season's white dew.
In the morning, you see two, as the water dares not ripple, the mirrored image of God's master piece takes your breath away.
The sound of Christmas music fills the empty corners of the cozy home while the decorations across the house bring decades of memories with each passing step.
From ornaments from Germany to hand made table runners each piece has a story of it's origin.
I love this time of year. So much reflection and serenity.
I miss my family back home, and can remember the smell of Diane baking cookies or the look of the house when you pull up at night... Four feet of snow on the ground and lights from the living room reflecting across the yard...
It's Diane's favorite time of year. She spends all day finding a place for every item she has. All arranged accordingly... There may not be generations of memories at my home, but they're are generations to come with the memories she has made...
I wish I knew where some of the ornaments are that my brother and I grew up with... some of the memories from when Brian and I were little... but I am sure they are packed away in some box to be forgotten... just like many memories from that time....
I remember being so young and pulling out the Christmas tree from the attic while mom was at work, and having it all set up... One year, she worked at Bright World Candle and we had the prettiest Christmas tree on the whole block.. each layer of branches had it's own scene on it... w/ fake snow and people skating ...
I wonder what my children are going to remember....?
Until then, I will take in all the wonderful memories that we are making during this Christmas season....
Merry Christmas to you all... Where ever it may be--- that you all are....
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