I’ve been thinking about my Christmas wish list. A list with a bit less. A list with a bit more.
Moving from Dallas to Fayetteville put me in touch (literally) with every single item we have collected through the years. Every juice glass and dinner plate I carefully packed in wrapping paper. Every dirty garden tool—many duplicates because you can’t have too many garden tools. Every book—those memorized and those waiting to be read—every candle stub and picture frame. Every Dallas Mavericks t-shirt. Every.Single.Thing.
This year’s list is different. I’m still too close to the move to get excited about anything new, other than the fence going up in my backyard. Plus, I need nothing.
I want less.
Less hustle and bustle.
Less stress over selecting the perfect gifts.
Less glitter and glitz and jingle all the way.
Less casseroles on the Christmas buffet.
Yet I wish for more.
More peace and quiet and relief for those struggling to survive each day. More time with family and friends and people who make me laugh until my sides hurt. More flickering candlelight and fireside chats. More silent nights spent wrapped in a good book, warmed by faithful dogs curled at my feet.
On a cold December morning, I want to walk through the woods and enjoy the raw, silver beauty of winter.
I want to watch for Santa’s sleigh among stars that went dark long ago.
This Christmas, I want to hear heaven and nature sing.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.
Pentatonix – White Winter Hymnal