Tradition

In this tradition-laden time of year, are you waxing as nostalgic as I am? So many memories, meaningful rituals, accidental traditions...

As a child, I loved to push the presents aside and lay on the floor underneath the Christmas tree and look up at the colored lights. I would watch them blink and smell the fresh pine scent. I would stay there so long my parents would wonder where I went and come looking.

Now, my hubby and I have an artificial tree. We have those white lights that don't blink. Things don't stay the same. But, still, at least once a year, I try to push aside the busyness, lay still and look up at the lights through the branches of our tree.