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It all had happened so quickly but after the whirlwind of feelings passed, I finally felt serenity inside me. Interesting how it works. It’s so often the unexpected that forces us to slow down? It’s like we have to take a step back, so we can move forward again.
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The mountain landscape in Tyrol, Austria is already sugared white and well-known old and new Christmas music can be heard on the radio during December.
…So he paused. And the Grinch put his hand to his ear.
And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow.
But the sound wasn’t sad! Why, this sound sounded merry!
Still, in search this year to find my Christmas spirit, I came across an oldie I had all forgotten about. The short film, now 75 years old made me smile. The little girl inside me will never die. Eyes wide open, watching the same way others might watch an action movie. I can’t help it. I have grown older, I have grown up, but part of me will stay a youngster forever.
I have never written to you. The one and only time I left a Christmas letter on the window seal was back in Austria when I was only a little girl, and because of our tradition, the note had been addressed to the Christmas Angel and not you.
Every year in November I drive to the Christmas warehouse and I make sure that the trees, wreaths and Christmas decorations are ready for pickup.
A storage facility full of decorated Christmas trees, carefully wrapped in plastic, just waiting to show their artificial beauty in the malls and stores through the Holiday Season. I have the key to one of the warehouses and I am responsible for about 50 trees.
I know its a few years old and by now everybody might have seen it. But then you never know, maybe I am not the only who crawls under a rock once in a while.
“Avoid Romans,” gets me each and every time.
How about a Christmas Challenge, maybe I will find my missing Christmas spirit somewhere in between reading and posting. 🙂