Ten days to Christmas. Can I wait that long?
There was frost this morning. Some fields looked like it had snowed in the night.
The tree is up, decorated splendidly. Your crystal guitar ornament glitters near the top.
Shelves in some stores are nearly empty. I hope the decorations sold this year are cherished.
All I want for Christmas is a hug from you.
A crackling fire, a bearskin rug, and you beside me – warmth and love.
I found some dried mistletoe today, a sprig I had put on a pantry shelf. I hung it just inside the bedroom door.
A northerly breeze tells me I need a heavier coat this morning.
Will you be home by Christmas? I hope you can get leave and a plane ticket.
Your gift is wrapped and under the tree. I had no idea what to get you so bought the first thing that caught my eye.
Flannel sheets keep me warm at night, but are no substitute for your warmth beside me.
I can smell the smoke from the neighbor’s fireplace this morning. He favors hickory heat.
Christmas. It will be quiet for me this year.
A nativity scene in a store window reminded me that I haven’t set ours out for two years. I did that this weekend.
I am looking forward to spending Christmas with you.
I love you.
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