I came downstairs yesterday in the dim light of no so early morning, and lit the beeswax candles I had made (inadvertently) on solstice. It was the most perfect grayish light for the candle glow.
This morning, I slept in until almost 9:00. It was lovely not having to scramble out of bed bleary-eyed…due to a change in scheduling, we had started celebrating Christmas early. It was merry, lovely, and reverent. So much was appreciated, from the family time on the 23rd, to the sweet unity of the candlelight service at church last night.
The floor is still a mess of small gifts from Santa bags and stockings, amassed into piles particular to each of us, and I think we like it that way for now. Tomorrow is another day of family and presents and fun (even though it is the first trip back to the farm without the dog, which still hurts), and we will enjoy our trip out, because it is still the farm and still family, and still our merry Christmas.