You are gazing at my Christmas tree, a sort of birds eye view, as though you were kneeling down to squeeze a package or sneak a chocolate.
The lights are new this year. They have caused me to gasp in admiration and murmur aloud on several wintery mornings. I think it is because for the first time in.....decades......the lights are the shape of the lights of childhood. I've loved these new lights. My only regret is that there are no pink or purple in the mix but perhaps I can find replacement lights someday. They did sell strands that were entirely purple.
It may seem odd to be chatting about a Christmas tree as we teeter here on the very far edge of January but I just took the tree down last week! What?!! Yes indeed. It is the latest I've ever left the tree up. Once long ago my January baby asked me to leave the tree up for her birthday which is the 15th but this year has swept that old record away completely.
It wasn't laziness that left my tree up so long. Or apathy.
It was the lights, shining from beyond branches dark.
It was the level of joy they brought and kept bringing.
You stepped down into darkness
Opened my eyes, let me see
Beauty that made this heart adore You
Hope of a life spent with You
Here I am to bow down
Here I am to say that You're my God
Altogether worthy
Altogether wonderful to me
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