So what if I haven’t hung a strand of tinsel. Christmas is in my heart.

The joy (and relief) in the eyes of the people who picked up their Christmas food and gifts.

Children who would not have had a nice Christmas. Their excitement over cookies!

Those who organize and execute the giving out process. We call it Ingathering . I call it Outpouring!

I cannot reach the high notes of the Christmas Eve song but other tenors will join me and I will make a joyful noise.

A gift to be returned will give me a new top for  Christmas Eve service.

Two small trees. His and hers. Hubby’s with trains. Mine with bells.

Christmas music. I sing along.

A washer and dryer in the basement.

Planning Christmas dinner.

Hubby is making Russian Teas. I’m making Christmas Crack.

Joy to the world!