It is a beautiful sunny day. From the bedroom window, I can see bright patches of snow where the sun is reflecting deep into the forest. The forest is peaceful but so full of life. Squirrels are running across my territory, wild turkeys following each other in a line are going by the window, many different birds are flying to the birdfeeder but today, there is excitement in the air. We are all looking forward in welcoming Father Christmas as he and his reindeers fly over our forest. When the children are asleep, the trees, my forest friends and I (looking out from the living-room window) will be awake and waiting. There is usually a feeling of peace followed by the gentle sound of bells, only heard by the ones who believe. As Father Christmas approaches, the wind picks up and makes the snow twirl into a soft mist. His warm laughter and the giggles of the reindeers fill us with joy. A magical sprinkle of dust gently covers his path as he blesses all of us and our forest for another year.
To all of you, joy and peace.