Another Year Over, A New One to Come
Sitting on my bed. Cozy with a blanket over my legs. YouTube playing Christmas carols. Candy cane- striped mug on my nightstand. It's definitely a day for coffee. As a treat, I've added some dairy-free peppermint mocha creamer.
It's odd coming back from a warm climate this close to Christmas. And especially from a country that by and large does not celebrate this holiday. There's jet lag. Climate adjustment. Commercialism shock.
Rather than being part of the Christmas build-up over the past month or two, I've been dropped into it. And before I have time to properly catch up, the holiday will be over.
This morning I went out to join the shoppers. Got a few gifts and some goodies for Christmas Eve dinner. Looking forward to assembling a colorful and tasty antipasti platter.
As I was leaving a big box store, the sound of a bell hit my ears. At the far entrance, someone working for Salvation Army was inviting people to donate to the charity. I didn't have to look. I just knew. The red kettles and high-pitched bells have been a part of the Christmas season for as long as I can remember.
Ever since watching It's a Wonderful Life, bells have been special to me. Whenever a bell rings, an angel get's it's wings. I couldn't help but smile. Christmas spirit initiated.
Christmas spirit Step 2, gingerbread houses. This afternoon.
Step 3, trimming the tree. Tomorrow. Is it Christmas Eve already!?
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I'm at a loss for what to share today and yet I want to post something. It's been far too long! And so, I bring you a collection of random photos from my recent time in Senegal.
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