happen that way?
i grew up loving the light of the tree. of course, the gifts were fun. but it was the light. especially at night, in the dark, while i cuddled on the couch--the lights blinking. the sound of the soft music playing. the smell of the tree--reminding me of being outside on a cold winter night.
now, twenty years after meeting my husband, and twenty years of practicing a different religion and a different holiday, it is still the light. in many ways, i can say, it was always the light that pulled me in the darkness. but now, it is in a very different way than what i once 