Instead, December has been about sickness. It took me forever to put up the decorations. I feel like the house is a mess. I feel like I will never finish my Christmas shopping. It has been about surviving, not enjoying. It has been about cold morning walks. It has been about getting further and further behind each day.
Then, I went to this Christmas coffee tonight at church. It was decorated all pretty. We ate desserts and drank
decaffeinated watered-down coffee. We sat around the table and talked with friends and it was nice. It started to feel like December.
And then, my friend and I walked outside. Snow had completely covered the ground and the air was still. There was that quiet peacefulness all around. And I heard the snow lightly crunch under my shoes.
December is here. Seven days late.