The other night when we were coming home from the daily walk, I saw my son's house in the twilight with the light pouring out into the twilight. And I thought of all the fun he has had in that garage working on motorcycles. It made me think this was a Happy Garage, and in the twilight it looked like one.
For Christmas, think about a happy place you remember. And make it into a memory thread.
I'm with my grandchildren now -- ages 9, 7, 5, and 3. They just opened the presents from their other grandparents after opening everything else this morning. It makes for a sort of splendid excess.
Merry Christmas !!