“Nature looks dead in winter because her life is gathered into her heart. She withers the plant down to the root that she may grow it up again fairer and stronger. She calls her family together within her inmost home to prepare them for being scattered abroad upon the face of the earth.” ~Hugh Macmillan,

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“I prefer winter and Fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape — the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.” ~Andrew Wyeth

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    I have to be honest, I don’t love aspects of wintertime.  The layers of clothing, the wet mess that inevitably gets brought in every day, the chill that sets into my bones, the ever-present odour of children drying-out, the ice-cold toilet seat… But there is the Romance of winter that really gets me.  The perfect snowfall that begs me to come and play, the hot chocolate calling my colds hands to hold it, the fuzzy slippers that hug my feet when they’re cold, the music that warms my soul, the fire crackling in the evening, the way ordinary street lights seem to dance in the white-ness of night, the piles of snow that provide hours of joy for my kids, the white blanket that hides the greyness of hibernation, but most-of-all, the anticipation of our winter holiday that we call Christmas.   For me, Christmas is a time of Hope… of celebrating the birth of my Hope… of longing for something better… of knowing that one day, all will be well.  I hope this Christmas for you, is a beautiful time with loved ones, filled with Hope, with Love and with True Joy.  Merry Christmas.

“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.”
― Emily Dickinson

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