Whether it's rabbits wearing hats, vines wrapped around trees, clouds drifting across the sky, sunbeams bouncing off the sea, paintings on window glass, berries sprouting from bare branches or birds roaming free, decorations abound. The world would be empty without nature's gifts mixed on Christmas with a bit of human creativity when lights are strung and memories unpacked, inspiring my poem at bottom of this post.
Years ago I took a picture (above) of my late sister's collection of shops and houses in the miniature idyllic town she created and displayed at her home. She had so loved the celebratory, renewal aspects of the Christmas season and was not a fan of hopeless despair. It's a quality I admired in her and I suspect one that others also share.
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