As I age, I realize that I am a serious Yankee with serious Yankee ways. Glamor eludes me no matter how I try...simple is always better than complicated...using stuff until it wears out is ingrained in me...cold weather suits me better than hot weather. A gray day is as fine to me as a sunny one...winter has its own beauty.
Christmas is celebrated many ways these days in our part of the country. We can not underestimate the kindness of Christmas and its effect on people.
I have noticed over the years the holiday magic in definitely in the air in our neighborhood. If it snows, it becomes even more magical...but even when it doesn't, there is a lot of thoughtfulness in the air as well!
My Muslim neighbors will wish us a Happy Christmas...and compliment us on our lights and wreath. My sweet neighbor from Mexico will bring me fresh flowers and her Polish husband will shout "what a wonderful day" whenever we see him.
We have several college professors who live in this modest neighborhood and one will bake us something yummy for helping her with snow removal. The retired Baptist minister two doors away will bring us fresh baked bread that he bakes...so yummy that we eat a slice while it is still warm!
The spirit of Christmas wraps itself around a dreary world and for a little while we can all feel the magic no matter our faith or culture.
enjoy the day!