It's eleven p.m. and I really should be tucked warm in bed, but the house is just a bit too warm with the heater on and the Christmas tree was just a bit too inviting. Christy and I decorated the house for Christmas this weekend and it looks absolutely lovely.
The charlie brown tree we have turned into a beautiful masterpiece..well, almost masterpiece, after we adorned it with extra ribbon, garland, bows and baubles. The mantle is now decorated with garland and Christmas bulbs and there is a green wreath hanging on our door with lights - lights that took half Saturday evening to figure out how to plug them in and resulted in the use of lots of duct tape. Nonetheless, the house looks too pretty to not be appreciated on a late evening with a hot cup of cocoa topped with whipped cream.
I think part of me doesn't want today to be over. I woke up to the pitter patter of rain on the roof. That is a sound we don't hear often in southern California and something I wish I heard everyday. I'm one of those people that can grimace when the sun shines through my window rather than lovely gray clouds. I enjoy the sun, but the silvery cloudy skies energize me. I may be one of the few that would love to live in Seattle or Oregon.
One day, I will move to a place with different colder weather that makes me feel warmer. And one day, I will most likely return and say it was nice but that California really does have the best weather. I would never admit that to anyone in person, but I think, deep down, I know it's true.
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