I remember my first white Christmas while living in Michigan as a child. There was the smell of roasted pecans, cinnamon, nutmeg and gingerbread cookies. My parents were drinking eggnog as we decorated our tree. Snow glistened on the moonlit landscape outside our window. I sometimes yearn for those magical, mystical years and reminisce especially when I listen to Bing Crosby crooning "I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas". Shortly after those memorable years we moved to southern Georgia where I could only dream of a white Christmas.
Now that I live in Tennessee, white Christmases are as rare as hen's teeth, but I still look forward towards preparing for this special time of the year. I admit preparing for the holidays is a bit stressful but everything always seems to out in spite of me. After the hustle and bustle is over, all the gifts have been given and unwrapped and all that is left from the baked goods are empty plates and crumbs I find myself sitting in front of our Christmas tree reflecting on wonderful holiday memories just as I did when I was a child.
I always take several pictures this time of year and last night was the night the subdivision put out luminaries. I took a few time exposures to share.
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