Little Home, Little Tree

"It's Christmastime in the city..." has become a love song.

  Serenaded to us by our Willis Tower view, daily errands done under the twinkle lights of Michigan Ave., red cups holding a morning's Starbucks on the way to work.     

Everyone knows Chicago is one of the most romantic places to be at Christmastime,

and while we have our hearts wrapped around so many places and little city spaces, it's hard to beat a little home with a little tree.

It's been so agreeable a place for Advent readings- my first time through this book,

and for friends coming in and out for wassail and cookies, for hot pear cinnamon cider and cinnamon rolls, for connection and laughter into the night.

Christmas is no respecter of "I have work tomorrow" kind of concerns, and that is a great idea, at least for now.
And Advent, as I'm learning, is no respecter of hope without lament, nor lament without hope.
And that is a great idea, for always.

The little home with the little tree with the great big view.
It's Christmastime in the city!

 

*I'm linking today to Ann Voskamp's blog, A Holy Experience.