I've so enjoyed the rainy, gray days of the past week because it has been a perfect time to enjoy my Christmas tree, a cozy fire in the fireplace, the soft glow of candles and remembering Christmas celebrations of long ago.
This time of year will always be full of wonderment for me. The baby doll that was given to me as a child has secured her diva-like position under the tree. I know it sounds strange, but she has never had a name — she is just "Baby." Over the many years that she has been mine, she has made several trips to the doll hospital. During her last visit, which was about two years ago, she had a little beautifying work done. Hmm, I could use some of that. Anyway, she is as good as new. Her beautiful blue eyes open and close, and when I tip her forward, she still cries "ma-ma." She is a sweet baby girl and it just wouldn't be Christmas without her.