It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas–well as much as it can look like Christmas in the desert with not even a flake of snow. I’m not complaining. The east just got clobbered with up to 43 inches of snow making it look and feel like a magical wonderland, and I do miss the beauty of a blizzard–but I do not miss the freezing temps or having to don an extra five pounds of clothing just to keep warm. I do not miss the ice or the back-breaking work of shoveling the snow.
But, I do love the magic of the lights, the colorful ones, the brilliant whites, and the mystical blue, and I especially love the laser lights projecting snowflakes, reindeer, or colorful swirls against the houses, trees, and cacti. But, not to worry. We have that magical feeling, here, too, in my desert. Look!
See you soon.
donna – author of Prisoners without Bars: A Caregiver's Tale
I am the author of Prisoners without Bars: A Caregiver's Tale. It's the true story of how my husband almost left me--three times.