My house smells like cranberries soaked in port with cloves and cinnamon, vanilla candles, and meringues with chocolate chips. My angel has finally crashed, almost beside herself with excitement as we monitored NORAD and watched Santa's approach.
I feel calm and at peace, following church with the familiar Lessons and Carols last night, and the Crib Service with Christingles for children tonight.
Last night was hours past her bedtime but I couldn't get a babysitter. The Lessons and Carols service included Silent Night by candle light. The congregation was warned at the beginning to be mindful of the dripping wax and flammable hair of the person in front, so she had a meltdown when the lights went out, convinced her hair was going to be burned.
She was as good tonight as she was difficult last night. Despite the hour and a half that it took to get home through traffic. That was an hour and a half of re-singing every carol, starting each in a comfortable contralto and repeating a tone higher until she had enough of my squeaking soprano and would let me start over for the next song. Tonight's good mood might have had something to do with eating all the candies off our christingles faster than I could set my service sheet down and take them away from her.
Now I'm listening to some not-so-traditional Christmas music, drifting off with a smile on my face and looking forward to the next few days of festivities with friends and family.
I wish you and yours many moments of joy this holiday season.