I grew up with snowy Christmases. And still, nothing feels quite as cozy to me as sitting inside a warm house on a comfy couch, dressed in a sweater, wrapped in a favorite fuzzy blanket, and sipping hot cocoa as the snow falls outside.
It doesn't seem like that is going to happen this year.
I'm a rather sentimental soul, so I wondered how I would react to Christmastime when the temperatures stayed in the shorts-and-swimmingsuit numbers. Especially after I felt Halloween was an imposter plugging itself right into the middle of my summer.
Turns out the spirit of Christmas doesn't really care if it's sandy or snowy.
I love Jesus Christ. Really, I do. And the warm testimony I have of him, and the intense gratefulness I have for what he has done for me is, of course, always kindled during Christmastime. This year almost feels more intense because I'm surrounded by what are, in my opinion, some of the crowning masterpieces of his creations.
Waves, clouds, filtered sunlight, breezes, salty air, breathtaking sunrises and sunsets, the warm blanket of humidity... all these things are wrapping me in the warmth of this season and touching my heart in that cozy way hot cocoa, sweaters and snow have done in the past.
It also helps that we have a few tried and true traditions that make it feel familiar. Christmas music sounds the same no matter where it's played, and the decorated Christmas tree looks the same no matter where it stands. Also, this group...
Even though we do miss so many wonderful people, I have a feeling this year will go down as one of the best.
And hopefully we'll get enough Christmas cards to fill up our door and make it seem like we're not *quite* so lonely.
Merry Christmas, friends.