A loving Xmas card from my 87 year old aunt.
The tree in the foreground is silver but my scanner would not comply.
This is the darkest day -- when the world hestitates in its headlong plunge into darkness, when the earth trembles on its folcrum before yearning back toward the light. A day when I understand the pagan urge for blazing bonfires and a ring of flaming torches in high places. A day of defiance against the dark. A day of hope and faith in excelsis gloria to come.
Since I am unsure if I will blog the rest of this week, I want to wish each and everyone of you dear, dear people a blessed Christmastide.
May you each experience that instant of stillness and wonder that comes with an indrawn breath just before a burst of delight and joy.
May you join revels and drink spiced wine and gorge on sugar plums. And may nothing disturb and dismay you.
God rest ye. Be merry.