There's an indie band called The Decemberists, a name I just love. I so want to be a Decemberist! Since I can't sing or play an instrument, the kind I aspire to be is someone who reps Christmas all year long. For a whole life long. Not the glitter and Grinch variety, but rather the Love that passeth all understanding. That presents itself in the most unexpected ways and on the darkest nights. Especially then. I know I'll fall short of this goal countless times between now and the 25th and beyond. Thankfully, there's a star to guide me back.
When is the last time you found a personal note peeking out of your mailbox? From someone who gathered paper, pen or laptop (and thoughts) and focused solely on dear, wonderful you? Well, there will always be correspondence to open here. Love letters from life, written just for you.