A Redirection

Hello, friend!

To commemorate the first day of December, a month packed full with preparation and falalalala frenzy, I write merely to redirect you to a beautiful piece written by a dear friend. If Christmas gift-giving is on your mind even in the least little bit, I encourage you to stir this little bit of  "Honey in the Water" in your cup of thoughts! As always, Heather induces and intermingles laughter and reflection from one sentence to the next such as:

In many (most) years past, 3am Christmas eve has found me frantically looking for the scotch tape (still there under the roll of snowflake wrapping) and wondering where the scissors have escaped (again). Bleary eyed and spiteful of the Christmas carols on repeat, I fold and stick and pen ‘to...from...’ until there are two hours left before the children wake.

And then they clamber down the stairs, grabbed by the neck of their santa pajamas by a mother who must get in front of them to get the perfect digital shot of their animated faces. Faces that freeze in the light of the blazing tree and gas fireplace when they see the bounty all meant for them. 

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Enjoy!