In The Bleak Midwinter
In the Bleak Midwinter.
If you’ve never listened to Shawn Colvin’s version of this song, I highly recommend it. It’s beautiful. Perfect mix of music, vocals and lyrics.
Like most people, our Christmas decor is coming down with the tree being removed tomorrow afternoon. Normally we’d leave it up until Epiphany, but because of work and school that would entail nearly an entire extra week, so we’ll buckle and take it down two days early, leaving only our wintery garlands and a few snowmen.
Hanging from the light over the dining room table are the plastic canvas snowflakes my great-grandmother made. They’re simple to make (check out this link) and inexpensive too, but they remain one of my favorite decorations. Grandma died in 1994 at the age of 93. These snowflakes graced my Mom and Dad’s tree for years and until our tree filled up with annual ornaments marking our lives together, they hung on our tree too. Now they hang over our table every year until spring time. A gentle reminder of not only winter, but Grandma. Big Daddy and the girls never met her, but having something that is so reminiscent of her hanging over our meal times makes me feel as though they’re connected to her too and not just through me.
And, as Big Daddy and I clean the house from top to bottom, removing every scrap we don’t think we need, it causes me to think about where my priorities are.