I have felt as though my holiday season keeps postponing itself. I still have so much gifting to do. I haven’t made a single holiday project with Simon. I still have autumn decorations in the kitchen, and the boxes of winter and Christmas things only made their way indoors from the shed today. We got our tree a week later than planned because the little one was ill and housebound. We missed out on the chance to decorate it the day we got it, and today, too, slipped away from us before the tree could be adorned.
However, if a tree can only have one thing on it, and still be identifiable as a Christmas Tree, that would be the star. We managed that today. The tree has its star, and that simple addition already makes it seem grander.
This is one hint that the holiday spirit is creeping in at last. When I find myself feeling overwhelmed, stressed, and lacking in that spark of childlike wonder at Christmas being so close, I can retreat to the living room, look at the tree with its golden star, and find a twinkling of what I need.