Well, the bitter cold has finally settled in, and it is now time for me to hunt for the heavier clothing residing in the back and bottom of my closets and drawers. As long as there's a layer between it and me, wool can be a wonderful thing.
I get pensive in winter, and I don't know why. Probably because not being outside as much prevents me from being as physically active as I'd like to be. Or maybe it's because Christmas is coming, and there's a lot to reflect on.
The most glaringly obvious things about me to think about are my faults. Succinctly put, I am childish. I want things my way, I enjoy being the center of attention, I'll go out of my way to get it, I'm lazy, and when I don't get my way, I pout. Then there are the times when the black despair of growing up seems to crash heavily down onto my soul, and I lose all semblance of hope and happiness for a few hours...or days...
But as long as I can get past looking at all of that...
I can look at all the wonderful things of the season. Actually, they should be a part of every season, but I guess there are more of them around Christmas, or I just see them clearer because it's close to Christmas. The couples delighted to be in each others' arms (Oh, jealousy!) the smiles that are brought out because of the pretty lights, or the ringing of bells for the Salvation Army. Cool Christmas songs I haven't heard for a year, the thrill of imagining someone's face because you found the PERFECT gift for them. I love it!...even though it's cold...
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Don't worry, everyone gets a little pensive at Christmas. I'd rather you be thinking rather than fall into the Christmas rut of only thinking about what you're getting and what you're doing. Merry Christmas, dear friend! How do you know that you love her?
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