The tree...

Today, I'm kind of tired.  Kind of. The most crucial of the Saturday errands have been run.  There's a cup of chicken noodle soup cooling off next to me.  My feet are up.  Some contemplative arrangements of Advent/Christmas music are playing in the next room.
All is well.

I know I'm running on "low battery" when I let myself sleep until I wake up, and after having gone to bed early last night, I sleep 2 1/2 hours past the time of my work-day alarm.  Part of this is due to working late for our holiday programming, and being a gracious hostess after already having worked an 8-hour day.  But, that's ok.  It creates an experience for them that is unlike any other in town - and that is reward enough for those of us who make that possible.

But then, how does one re-charge? Other than the obvious, that is.  The sleep thing.  Well, when I was little, and every year since, there have been times when I would just be quiet and look at the Christmas tree.  There was something about the lights and the stories behind the ornaments that would just let me lose myself in the whole thing.  I guess some might call it daydreaming, but I would say that's a good thing.  Our tree is now a history of the thirty years of our family, and more before that.  How could one not lose oneself in thirty years of love and dedication? No, not a bad thing at all.