Oh how I wish America could taste the joy unwrapped in European Christmas markets. Old world simplicity still abounds in the season. Christ is still the center. Carols celebrating His birth still resonate in angelic song as we walk along enjoying the twinkly sights and tastes of it all.
The cold, eternally gray skies are warmed at night by celebration lights of the season. We bask in them all. Soaking in all of it as next year we will be back in the states.
Lord, imprint all these moments in my heart.