cedar boughs inside
lights on strings and jingles warm
~ holiday highlights
Each year, my small family notes that things are different. And, indeed they are. My always there parents have passed and other family members have gone on as well.
And each year, a tradition fades away in the scent of cedar boughs and cinnamon. Each year there are new people to fill empty chairs and each year a favorite dish is added by a new cook.
Each year, other traditions are established. And when the following season appears, it is again noted that things just aren't the same.
Each season is, in its own way, different but gratitude remains a constant.
I wish each of you all possible good!