Christmas time is here

It's Christmastime. What does that mean? It means jingle bell earrings that sing a silvery song with each step I take and bobble of my head. It means Wilmore Old Fashioned Christmas, walking around town bundled in knitted scarves and drinking hot chocolate provided by vendors selling homemade Christmas gifts. Covering our doors with snowman wrapping paper and cutting snowflakes out of construction paper to hang from the ceiling. Lit angels attached to streetlights and Christmas lights outlining homes like gingerbread houses. It means that soon I'll be going home to be with family again, baking peanut butter cookies and watching the lights on the Christmas tree blur when my eyes water. Dad says it's snowing in Wisconsin right now, and I know the fire will be lit in the living room as the flames reflect off the hardwood floors and the Christmas tree fills the room with pine. I can't wait to go home again, but for now I breathe in my pumpkin spice candle and string my Christmas lights around my room and listen to my 15-year-old Christmas carousel run out of batteries. It's Christmastime! No matter where I am, the mere thought that it's Christmastime makes me feel full, warm, and joyous. My heart sings this song...or maybe this song sings my heart....

Still, still, still,
One can hear the falling snow.
For all is hushed,
The world is sleeping,
Holy Star its vigil keeping.
Still, still, still,
One can hear the falling snow.

Sleep, sleep, sleep,
'Tis the eve of our Saviour's birth.
The night is peaceful all around you,
Close your eyes,
Let sleep surround you.
Sleep, sleep, sleep,
'Tis the eve of our Saviour's birth.

Dream, dream, dream,
Of the joyous day to come.
While guardian angels without number,
Watch you as you sweetly slumber.
Dream, dream, dream,
Of the joyous day to come.