One Little Gift

Okay.  Pretend it’s yesterday.  I lost a day this weekend, somehow.  So this is the day of the giveaway.  I have just one little blessing bird left to send flying.  It was a very, very small flock to begin with, and all her family has been sent to live with friends of the heart. As I can’t do enough for everyone I love, I am resorting to this little game.  In the end, one bird is looking for a dear home of her own.

And here are the rules: make a comment, and in that comment, show me one enduring (for you) image of Christmas (or whatever is your holiday) – as in: when I close my eyes and dream of this season, I see the lights in my library, the tree lights, and the window lights and the lights outside the windows that are three sides of the room – all those tiny points of color, brave against the darkness, ricochetting back and forth from window to window till the room is more like walking through stars than standing on earth.

Or like this: I see my kids, all perched on my bed one Christmas morning, reading the messages I’d sewed into the gift quilts they’d found on their beds.

Or like this: flour on the noses of four young kids, making cookies at the dining room table.

Or like this: the smell of pine.

And here is the prize:

She’s what Chaz calls an LLB (a little brown bird).  G and I made her together.

She’ll be claimed on Christmas Eve.  Just after dark.

[And if you’re a knitter, Linda has a wonderful giveaway of her own.  Please go and look at her stuff, but be sure you don’t enter.  Because I did.]

And here is one more little gift (brought to Chaz by an ill-fated boy, but a glowing truth in itself):

Lo, how a rose ‘er blooming . . .

Or

The solstice passed,  there is still life to come~