The ghosts of Christmas past are not the things of Dickens imagination. They may not be tangible, but they are real nonetheless. They linger in our hearts and collect dust in our scrapbooks. Memories of Christmas stay with you always.
This will be the third Christmas for Atticus. He is pretty excited. He sings along to Jingle Bells and gets very inquisitive regarding the growing number of presents we are “hiding”. He picked out decorations for the home and even helped with some shopping.
The weather is changing here. It is colder and the nights are long. The streets are busy and the stores are overflowing. It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Make room for new ghosts.