Happy holidays all! The season has turned bright, cold, and joyous for our family. We are all together, we have a tree that seems to be floating atop all the gifts. We have a fire burning hot and a wind blowing cold against the glass.
But I find myself living in my head more this Christmas. When I get two free moments back-to-back, I retreat into that space that is the imagination. I don't necessarily see scenes of a novel forming, but encouraged in the right direction this could definitely be fertile ground.
Is it the smell of pine? The smiles of my children? The egg nog? I don't know...
Does the holiday season affect you this way? Do you feel your creativity sparked along with the soul-warming hearth fire?