Thursday, December 12, 2013

Dangerous Business

“It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.”
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.
Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell,
nor yet a dry, bare sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat:
it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
Ahhhh, comfort. 
Hard to find when the temperatures barely register on the thermometer even during the peak of the day. But as the Holidays approach we are warmed by the memories of what was and the anticipation of what will be.  How I long for the sound of the backdoor at my childhood home on Stockman Court.  To hear once again the stomping of neighbors and family as they clomp about in the doorway to remove a layer of snow from their hefty boots.  Calling out welcomes as they shake off the cold and enter the kitchen where the smells of the morning's Christmas feast still linger mixed with the fragrance of the delicious meal yet to come. Gifts piled high about the pine, stocking gifts scattered about, traditional songs on the stereo...smiles and stories and sharing and...
It is a time to remember. A time to dream. A time to enjoy.
A time to give.
Dream awhile with me and imagine giving THAT gift. 
That unique, one-of-a-kind, custom made gift.
I can help you be the "Gift Whisperer" this Holiday
or anytime!!

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