As I type there is a warm breeze/wind blowing.....a wind that triggers strong memories of my childhood spent in Toronto - 4 hours South from where I currently live. There is still much gratitude in my heart for Mother Nature and the easy way we have been led into our first Winter in a drafty circa 1870 era house. However, the slightly furrowed brow when I look out the window makes me look a little deeper and realize that I harbour some misgivings - not only about a green Christmas, but a warm one too.
And, as I delve a little deeper into all that is going on around me, I realize that this Christmas is one of letting go. There are less handmades under our beautiful tree. The Christmas Cake tradition didn't quite make it to the checked off list. And perhaps, most importantly, one of my loves - the one with whom I have spent the most number of Christmases with - is not waking up under my roof on Christmas Day. Nor will she be around again until mid January.
Our well-worn traditions surrounding Christmas have been given a bit of a bumpy ride this time around. Yet, my heart remains happy and full. This is the stuff life is made of. As it goes, babies grow up. Needs and wants grow too. With time to reflect on it all, I realize that despite the year of change that 2015 was, our connection as a family remains strong and true. There is no better gift than that.
Happy Christmas all. May your holiday be full of peace and love.