by Megan on Saturday, December 24th, 2016 1 Comment
In the bustle of expectations, car traffic, cart traffic, children’s tantrums, and an abundance of good food and company, I wait for that magical moment tonight when the house goes perfectly quiet.
In that moment, I will think of a poem I wrote in college about a busy mountain pass shutting down in a snow storm. I don’t know that I could even find that poem if I tried, but the last two lines have always stayed with me.
Still and silent
The mountains breathe
To me, these words exactly embody the eternal peace that is Christmas.
And even though I live in Southern California and the closest we’ll ever get to a white Christmas is a little bit of rain, tonight, my mind will be in the mountains.
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