A Christmas Village Morning

I woke yesterday in a Christmas village, complete with snowcapped evergreen trees, and perfectly white-capped rooftops and yards. The homes glowed with golden windows, whispering of stirrings within. My Christmas village husband sweetly kissed me into the morning, and my Christmas village birds serenaded me while I prepared for the day. Someone in the heavens flipped a switch and the picture perfect winter morning melted away, washed clean with warm rain; giving way to a sunny November day with dry streets and sidewalks.