At the office of my family doctor

Only picture today.
As soon as Thanksgiving is over the x-mas trees and -decorations here are everywhere.
It’s kind of pretty but has nothing to do any more with the slow and mysterious arrival of light that is symbolized in the advents wreath were only one candle is lit every Sunday of Advent, first one, then two, then three then four, before on the 24th of December the Christmas tree is lit - for this childish heart of mine. Memories of many childhood Decembers can then come back. My mom baking, us children crafting little gifts - I still remember some of them. No pressure to buy lots of things for us children. My mom must have been shopping sometimes though because on the 24th, at 6 pm, when the door to the living room ( now called “ the Christmas room”) finally opened and showed all the glory of the tree with all its real candles made from bees wax burning, some of the wishes we had had on our wish list were fulfilled. A magical time which left memories with lots of smells and images in my heart.

No parents any more. No mysteries behind closed doors. The only magic now has to be created by myself.
But this year I feel often very tired.
Was in bed at 8.30 last night.

A storm is howling around the house and rain is clattering against the windows.

I am very grateful that we HAVE a house.