the tree of light

I was in a bit of a funk on Monday.

After a week of a full house, a full fridge, a full coffee pot, a full driveway, the house felt so empty, and that's because it was. Thanksgiving was over and boom, it's now time to get ready for Christmas.

So I took the day to do really not a whole lot. I started some lists and told Todd, "Please don't touch my note pads." They are my sacred organizing toole this time of year. I scribbled some thoughts for the  alphabet Christmas letter. It's been a tradition for 38 years. I wiped down the counters and listened to the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. Love "Christmas in Sarajevo." 

After a dinner of finishing off the turkey carcass soup, I realized that I hadn't been outside, except to walk to the mail box. It was time to get out of the house.

8:00 on that Monday night I drove to Carillon Park to find a little Christmas spirit. It was just me and the tree. All was calm and all was so very bright.