The sun arrives later and the bed hugs me closer in the morning. At night the sun quits the sky earlier and we turn on the lights in the house and live in their glow. PJs, the fuzzier the better, are put on and we curl up with a book or a DVD. Sometimes we go early into our pre-warrmed bed.
The year is drawing to a close. It has been a good year filled with adventures. The dark allows me to reflect on what we've done and felt.
Store windows and village centers are decorated.
Tea takes on a whole new meaning.
Even in the South of France the wind can create rosy cheeks. In Geneva there can be snow but not often. The snow falls up the mountains, creating a reality postcard.
Today we drove home from the South of France to Geneva, worried that the snow might hamper us and we would need to spend a night in a hotel somewhere. Instead the snow only decorated the forests and mountains leaving the roads clear. The drive is always spectacular, but this trip the countryside was decorated for the holiday in white.
Geneva was warmer than France, although warm is not the word.
Each day the days are a little darker until the solstice when I will bring in our Christmas tree, always a real one.
This year we are inviting friends to an open house to help us decorate the tree. We'll serve vin chaud, muscat de Noël and nibblies as they help us decorate. Many were made by my daughter and me when she was little, but Rick and I have added a few of our own. We will hang the stockings my daughter made for me years ago and for Rick when he joined the family.
Hopefully some of our other friends from the UK and Switzerland will come down.
And then, little by little, the days will grow a bit longer promising a new year. And after the dark rest, I will be ready.
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