When I was little, one of my favorite things was to draw under the Christmas tree. I would lie on my belly for hours at a time all season long with a stack of paper, a pencil, and a sharpener, and just draw. Girls in fancy outfits with outrageously high platform heels, fairy tale characters, imaginary families who lived in extensive underground tunnels or inside trunks of giant trees.
I loved drawing by the warm glow of the tree lights, surrounded by the sparkle and the magic. I always loved to draw, but there was something extra special about this.
What is it that makes a Christmas tree so magical? It's illogical that such amazingly beautiful energy can come from a dead tree wrapped in electrical cords and covered in shiny stuff. But there's no denying the magic. I can even feel it taking our evening dog-walks through the neighborhood, soaking in the glow of others' trees from inside their homes.
Flossie, the ultimate love-sponge, will even forgo a comfortable lap to sit under it.
Part of it could be that rarely in life is there such a high concentration of things we love all in one small space - every single thing on there means something special. It takes something pretty sturdy and powerful to carry that kind of energy on its branches.
Wishing you all the best this holiday, with, of course, the highest concentration possible of things you love. Merry Christmas everyone!