Such lovely patience. As we add little decorations here and there.
When my little ones secretly put secret gifts under the tree. The evenings
are shared with flickering lights and a worrying amount of ovaltines
and hot chocolates. The winter blankets are stacked for the evening,
to cozy under on the sofa, even when the house is not cold.
The advent calender doors are religiously opened and counted every day.
I find myself wishing such goodness to those I am sure would
not return the thought. But I wish you well, all year around, but
that bit more in December. Because it matters.
Not the gifts, or what you get. But the thoughts, that are somehow
so much warmer in our coldest Season.
Wrap up and think a happy thought x