pining
We got a Christmas tree yesterday. It's a grand pine, and the smell makes me want to bury my face in it and smile in some faint memory of good Christmases of my past. It instantly brings to mind a cheery little fire, snow outside, frozen fingers and toes, hot cocoa, and presents under the tree. Admittedly, we only celebrated Christmas in such a way like two or three times in all my youth, but it still reminds me of winter and all the goodness it brings, at least, to me.
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posted by eingy @ 12/20/2004 01:29:00 PM
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Shouldn't the title of this post be "Firious" or something?
seppo
Was it a grand fir, instead of a grand pine? I have forgotten already. :D
There is something warm and joyous about having a Christmas tree in one's home. It harkens you back to simpler, happier times. For those of us who never really had the tv-version of Christmas, I think it brings up desires and longings for that. I wonder if that isn't why I've taken to the whole domestic goddess thing. Am I trying to recreate something that never was so that when I'm 80, I'll look back at my adult life and feel all warm and joyous about the holidays.
Babble, I know.
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