A babe born in a manger, a piece of chocolate (something) handy, or an attempt to Martha Stewaring. Oh it all comes so suddenly and possessively (with eyes wide open on the ssessively part)

I wouldn’t change a thing, well maybe the shopping part.

There is much to celebrate.

At least that’s what I think.

For an instant life is sweeter, yet some things are still melancholic. We may look backwards, or maybe forwards, but the thing is.. regardless of direction, we are looking and we looking for something.
I don’t know.. it might just be. Love.

 

“He came upon a midnight clear*
From angels bending near the earth,
To touch their harps of gold
With peaceful wings unfurled,
their heavenly music floats
O rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing!
When peace shall over all the earth
Its ancient splendors fling,
And the whole world give back the song
Which now the angels sing”
*Paragraphs from the gorgeous and well known hymn, I betcha you know it.

Some of these photos are from last year which I melancholically unfilled just because.