Christmas......how to make it wonderful again

Christmas is beautiful, it is filled with lovely feelings, glistening wonder and brightness, but sometimes I cannot find those feelings. This year, we don't even have a tree and it is already December 14th. I just feel such an empty feeling about Christmas this year. I wish I could think of something really different to do for Christmas this time.....buying presents seems like a chore. I keep putting off going out to shop, just feeling like it's a bother. I wish I could just use my imagination and conjour up something wild and exciting for Christmas......but I am not that moved to do anything other than just try to think of something.

What do you do to make Christmas happy again? What do you do to find that magic, that feeling like Christmas could fix everything? Please write to me.....if you could share something of your beautiful Christmas, maybe I would find joy again in this season, when whispers and faint singing are somewhere far off waiting to be found.

I found these lovely photos here:
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lina aastrup
http://www.windsweeping.blogspot.com/
http://www.goodmorning.tumblr.com/
childhood is buried deep within oneself, not hiding but sunken into a memory, a silent lane under weeping trees, small sparrows watching quietly in a hollow of the forest. childhood is a silly bear, whose eyes are filled with enchantment and endless running. it is the silken, fallen leaves whose language we have all but forgotten, save for the child whose heart is the forest and sea, who understands all languages of the earth and the skies.
childhood, that waundering life of color and landscape far above the moon's universe. the children in us wait, but live without us......until we turn to see our own smiling faces, the face of our child.

the poet who dreamed of living in a tree......

i love the beauty of words; words made from letters that are funny, elegant and curious, delicate and small. words that express love, humor, sadness, wonder, laughter....and how deeply captivated one's heart can be with the beauty in life. words that form countries, schools, rooms of dreams, words that bring a dinner from a tiny kithen, words that wait in a quiet field under glittering stars.

i love the words that tell me i am alive, although there are words, too,

that make me feel as though i have waited for something all of my life, but have not found it still.

words that sing,

words that tell a story,

words that search for something to heal one's soul.

a poet who dreams of living in a tree.....

a poet who listens to words to see if the branches can take her up to the sky, where doors open and little windows catch butterflies.

a poet who loves the words that she sets on paper, sings to the air, leaves in her heart for another day when the grass is green and beautiful.

poem......

a quiet walk. thoughts falling back to gentle and sweet memories.

trees, whose voices speak to me in a silent language, stand

tall

and amazing

and beautiful.

winter has a voice so quiet and peaceful, as it blankets it's soft and white delicate drops of life

onto dry lands

and saddened hills.

it's history is from far away, delicate and beautiful as well.

children walk in the snow as if they have known it forever.

i wait for the summer sun, but beyond the hills of snow is the image of myself

playing in a beautiful white wonderland, years ago,

talking to the little birds, their sweet voices are like angels

to me.