I love the smell of woodsmoke in the house from a fire in the rec room
I love arguing with Beej over what ornaments are gonna go on the tree and which ones aren't.
I love watching Aslan chase the snow we throw when we're clearing out the driveway.
I love snuggling up in a big blanket with a good book and a mug of hot chocolate.
I love the meal mom makes every christmas morning for us.
I love the soft glow that all the christmas lights give the neighborhood.
I love when the sun's setting and it makes the snow look like a field of Jewels.
I love the tree branches encased in ice, as if they've been dipped in glass.
I love the break from school.
I love spending time at home just relaxing, no stress, no preassure.
I love the memories of the knitted sweaters that Grandma made for me before she died.
I love reading The Lord Of The Rings and The Chronicles Of Narnia, like I have every christmas break for years.
I love sliding down a hill on a crzy carpet or a sled and feeling the cold air rushing past me.
I love coming into a warm house after playing outside to a bowl of soup or tea.
I love making snow angels and snowmen and snowball fights and forts. i don't care if it's childish, we could all stand to be a little more childish now and again.
I love remembering how we used to wait for the morning weather report and pray for a snow day, even if we had only gotten a cm or 2 of snow.
I love putting out birdseed in the feeders. And watching the birds come, the only spots of colour in a white and grey landscape.
I love watching the little sparks play at the winter guide camps while the leaders attempt to keep track of which bundle of coats and snowpants are their kids.
I love watching a blizzard while I'm inside and warm.
Yeah yeah, i know this is shmoopy, but I'm stuck way out in the boonies with no human contact but my family, what the hell do you expect?
Meru at 4:57 PM