Wednesday, December 3, 2008


"to soothe, console, or reassure; bring cheer to"

How many different forms of comfort are there in the world? They vary from person to person and place to place, but their purpose remains the same. Whether I'm being soothed with a cup of tea with honey, consoled with a nice long never-let-me-go kind of hug, or reassured with a gentle word. There's nothing like comfort.

And now, with the holiday season in full swing once again, I find myself turning to the kind of comfort that will "bring cheer." It isn't hard to do. My love for the holidays fills me up and spills over like a mug of hot cocoa - with marshmallows of course. 

And that's one of those comforts.  There's something simply splendid about sipping hot cocoa on a cold winter's night. If all were perfect, snow would be gently falling outside. It would cover an already white ground with a fresh layer of glitter; trillions of tiny falling stars that shine in the luminance of the streetlights or the brightness pouring from the windows of nearby houses. 

Then, lets not forget the sounds of a crackling fire in the background, or, perhaps the voice of Frank Sinatra crooning his Christmas songs. I'll take both.

The smell of pine from a tree covered in decorations spanning the decades, baked goods from the kitchen; peppermint, cinnamon, nutmeg, sugar...

& there has to be laughter. Plenty of laughter, and smiles that light up a room.

I may not have all of those things right now, but I've got enough to get by until I head home. Hot cocoa and ol' blue eyes are my companions. Boundless laughter seeps from the amazing individuals I've got as friends, and the smell of pine floats up from a plug-in. Considering this is college, I think we've done a fine job keeping the cheer around. =]

If only it would snow...

And I know the rest is waiting for me in a familiar house a few hours away. & once I get there, you can be sure I'm going to gather all those comforts up and hold on to them tightly, until I start smiling so much my cheeks hurt. So much that I forget all of the troubles that have stolen my laughter as of late. So much that I stare around me in dream-like haze, like I'm
 looking at the world through snow frosted glasses. I'm going to hold on to those comforts until I forget everything but days that are merry and bright

and I'd wish the same for you, whatever your comforts may be <3




Chase said...

It is certainly those comforts that make this time of year so special. It will be different, this year, but i have to admit my heart grows a little warmer at the sight of every newly adorned evergreen in storefronts and churches, McDonald's and Starbucks.. :)

Anonymous said...

Found you through SITS. I can so relate to your post. I can't wait to get home, because it's dark & cold outside, and toasty and the tree's lit inside. Fire in the fireplace and a hot mug by my side...

Mrs. S said...

Frank Sinatra could sing whatever he wanted to me!!

thanks for stopping by yesterday! I appreciate all the kind comments. But I think his grandma would be mad if I let you borrow him and not her!!

A New England Life said...

You are such a beautiful writer. Your blog is beautiful too. It's very relaxing just reading your posts.

Hopefully you are feeling a bit better by now. Sometimes we all make horrible mistakes, but life has a way of pushing us onward, whether we like it or not. I do hope you have found someone to confide in. Suffering in silence is not healthy.

Enjoy your time at home! Maybe it will re-energize your spirit!