We all love a bit of romance at Christmastime! This week on our blog hop, we've been challenged to tell our favorite Christmas story—whether a book, a movie or a true-life romance.
If you're joining me from Elizabeth Janette, welcome! I have real trouble with these “favourite” assignments. As you may have noticed last week, I cheated a bit, by giving my newest favourite Christmas song. How is it possible to choose from all the great music out there? I feel the same way this week. And so I'm going to cheat again. If you're expecting a romance story, sorry. Although the potential was definitely there, given slightly different circumstances (hmmm – that has me thinking about how to work this in to my next book...) My parents live just outside of town, in a house overlooking a small lake. This particular winter, about ten years ago or so, cold weather hit hard and fast, and there was very little snow. As a result, the entire lake froze solid so quickly that the surface was almost as smooth as a manicured ice rink. And with no blanket of snow, you could skate anywhere you wanted without trouble. That Christmas Eve, my husband and I with our three children headed to Gramma and Grampa's for dinner. Afterward, we all donned our skates and set out across the lake. The ice was so clear you could actually see through it—at least four feet down. Cracks and fissures were visible, but the ice was solid as concrete. Every once in a while a thundering boom would rumble under our feet, giving us a special, spooky thrill. The air was crisp and biting, not too cold, and the stars sparkled overhead. We skated right out to the middle, the scrape of blades on ice cutting through winter's dark silence. When we began our return, the twinkle of Christmas lights on the houses lining the shore beckoned us home. Back at my parents, we warmed up with hot chocolate then made our way to Midnight Mass, already steeped in the wonder of the season. It truly was one of my most memorable Christmas ever. Maybe J.J. Devine has something a little more romantic for you. Head on over and see!
9 Comments
12/16/2014 03:25:37 am
We have a pond in Vermont and I haven't been to skate since we bought it few years ago - but that sounds like such a perfect night.
Brenda Margriet
12/16/2014 04:21:10 am
It has never happened like that again, so so far it has been a once in a lifetime chance. It was wonderful. 12/16/2014 05:59:27 am
Oh, that was beautiful. The perfect Christmas story, right down to the hot chocolate. Lovely!
Carolyn Spear
12/16/2014 09:21:30 am
What a lovely tableau you painted! Thank you for sharing. 12/17/2014 12:47:17 pm
I lived in Connecticut as a kid, and I too remember times when the river in front of our house froze over, and it was crystal clear. Our part of the river was only six feet deep, and we could see the bottom. We loved to lay on the ice and peer down into the water moving below us and see things that weren't visible during the summer months. We spent a lot of time on that river - both in winter and in summer Thanks for reminding me of that childhood memory.
Brenda Margriet
12/18/2014 04:27:14 am
You're welcome, Mikki - what a great memory! 12/23/2014 02:08:37 am
You are acing these 'favorites' assignments. Such a lovely picture you painted there Leave a Reply. |