Waiting for Next Year.

   Here it is December 24th and I am still pondering the decoration thing.  In fact, tonight...TONIGHT...I feel like decorating.  For the past month, Christmas felt as if it was far in the future.  It felt as if we were pushing things.  I did not decorate.  I did not buy gifts.  I did not bake.  I did not "Christmas".  Actually, I think I could have best been described as the Grinch and Scrooge all rolled into one.  I was not happy.  Health issues, the lack of family nearby and hurricanes all tend to get in the way of feelings.  That aside, I now want to pull out all of the decorations, go into a flurry of wrapping gifts and fill the house with the aroma of cookies. Well, the cookies are there and a few gifts are under the pitifully decorated, obligatory tree.  I was in a pathetic stage.

  So, my decorations sit in the old trunk awaiting to be brought out for their time to shine.  I am sorry but they will have to wait for another year.  It is too late to adorn the Little Bayou House.  Hopefully, next year will find the place filled to the brim with laughter and happiness.  Hopefully, the lights will twinkle a little brighter, the stockings will be hung by the chimney and the entire place will smell of cedar and vanilla.    Hopefully, I will be me again and will be able to do the things I so love to do.  

  Merry Christmas, folks.  May the Light shine brightly down upon this old world and bring peace, love and joy.