Letting the brightly colored top spin away on top of our rather battered coffee table, it was a treat to watch my young niece. She watched it with fascination from afar. Sensing the top move towards her she instinctively moved away clinging to her mom, eyes always on it. Doing it over and over again I teased her by holding it up for inspection. Once in her hand she turned it over the intimidation lessening. By the end of the hour she was right next to me and K prodding it with a stick as it spun away merrily. It was an interesting experiment watching her fear transition to glee. One that reminded me of the little joys in life.
In other news my fifth term is done and I have three glorious weeks of no books, endless browsing and loafing around. Today K and I put up our first ever Christmas tree. Cutting open the box to see a tightly packed green mass, I went through the process meticulously reading the manual, setting up the base, spacing out the leaves and viewing the effect from afar to only come back and change it some more. It took K and I a good couple of hours and the end result was a deeply contented sigh. Plugging in the cord, the tree lit up more than just the room. It was my dream come true.
Walking in the door after a spot of shopping, I made a beeline for the living room. Sitting on the couch with my legs tucked in, I took in the sight I had savored in many, many books. Lights twinkling in the darkness, a delicious chill in the air and lightness in my mind. All that was missing were the gift boxes below the tree.
It’s funny how dreams have a way of coming true. When you least expect it.