It is gray. VERY gray. The icicles are not even dripping. Activity is at some kind of standstill. There is a mist in the air. Not rain. Not sleet. Not snow. Just a fine, fine mist that is settling onto our world as a very slippery glaze. The temperature hovers between 28 and 31. It is a dreary world for me. Depressing!
I am taking down Christmas and that is depressing also. Dusting off all the little creche figures and wrapping them in tissue. A hope and a prayer for the coming Christmas when they all come out again. Hmmmm... Why don't we leave the creches up all year? Why is it such a "Christmas" thing? I'll have to think on that.
We do have this reminder on the cradenza. Mary and Joseph, a gift Jeff brought back from one of his travels. The angel a gift from Jacquie. So when Christmas is all put away I will still have daily reminders of the people who know and love me in ways that are important in my life. I guess I really don't need to be depressed after all. The grayness of the day is outside. Warmth and love are in my heart.
