It's almost all over now. The house is spookily quiet. The last of our merry family group has moved on. It was almost too much, too excessive, but much to short. Listen carefully and there are still echoes of Christmas past
Last night before most every one left we remembered to play the disc of the school Christmas pageant. What a fitting end to the festivities.
Today, one of the last children to depart said she would not go till she had private time painting with me. Over the holiday a favorite Aunt introduced her to the joys of plein air painting. They snuck off with hot chocolate and coffee, paper and watercolor pencils and went to the beach. It was probably the best gift she could get.
So, we grabbed our paints and went to the marina in the backyard. Ten minutes latter we carried our creations into the house and she was ready to depart, none of the usual teary goodbyes.
Creativity fulfilled can sooth our souls. Without it, we become weary beasts.
