Christmas is absolutely my fave time of year. I love the cold (please note, by “cold” I really mean like a Charleston winter, i.e. October-ish temps to anywhere north of here), I love the smells of delicious-ness in my coffee mug and in the oven, I love sparkly ornaments, the smell of our perfect Russo family Christmas tree, and I love the twinkling lights on our house. I even loved the ridiculous antics that took place when Chris and I were hanging them…there may or may not have been duct tape involved in the process. I get more and more excited with each day that passes carrying us toward Christmas. It’s a neat sense of irony that this holiday brings up such warmth in my spirit, yet it’s the coldest time of year. And that is exactly what Christmas is about. In the darkest, coldest winter of humanity, God sent the Light of the world. He lit a candle whose flame grows and grows, consuming the hearts of people–generation after generation after generation. And I’m so thankful to be one of them.
Merry Christmas. 
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