I'm home from the magical place where fireflies dance in the meadows every evening. Tomorrow brings the start of an adventure to a different location, a place I visit every year with my family. But today marks the day when many acknowledge Christmas in July. My mother, whose birthday was July 23, was notorious for playing holiday music in our home as the late July sun blazed. The spirited music held promise that another wonder-filled Christmas would take place. And indeed it did. Such sweet, sweet memories.
Credit: "Christmas Angel Carring an Armful of Ornamental Foliage," Giclee Prints. Image from Art.com.