"Hmmm, do I reely need to go outside?"
What a delight to live in the south at Christmas. This morning as I drove through the country on my way to BacInTyme, I glanced across the pastures to see horses lazily grazing. Most of the trees are bare but the Carolina pines stand proud in honor of the Christmas season. Oh, such a beautiful morning.
To my family, to my friends from the west coast to the east coast, and beyond, to my Grits Gals, my Artist's Studio chicks, to my fellow writers, to my FaceBook buddies, and to my new radio fans, I want to take this time to wish y'all a very Merry Christmas!
This is the first year that I DID NOT send Christmas cards via snail mail--with no guilt! And here I thought I was an old fashioned girl. But as the years go by, you will find that some traditions must be postponed indefinitely, for sanity's sake. You can pick them up again later if you wish, when the tradition once again becomes a joy, not a burden. I gave up baking years ago. I loved it when the kids were at home, but not so much now. Then I went through a spell of spending hours upon hours making my Christmas gifts, but when I visited friends and asked where my 'macrame' pot hangars were, they stuttered, ugh, well, I haven't found the perfect place for it yet. That did it! No more hand-made gifts! I'm the first to admit that I'm not Martha Stewart, but pla-eeze! Okay, all is forgiven...'tis the season.
Love is in the air at Christmas. Receive it, and pass it on. Love is the most important gift you can give someone. A hug, a kiss...well, if not a kiss, then give a big smile.
Remember the One who gave us the greatest gift of all--the reason for the season:
Jesus + Love = Christmas
See you next year on the radio!