We're knee deep in decking the halls here at Casa de Potter. Our tree trimming has been unexpectedly halted mid-trim due to a functioning light shortage. As soon as we come up for air from the seventeen other things on our docket, we'll obtain more colored lights and commence with the lighting. It's the annual ritual, dragging boxes from the storage space in our bedroom, unwrapping ornaments stuffed into boxes and bins. Each ornament has a story to share of a Christmas past. Some fat, some lean, some hovering somewhere in the middle. All blessed with the most important gift of all, love. I spent a lot of years feeling very sad around each holiday. Having my daughter shifted that for me. She helped me rediscover the magic of this celebration of the return of the light.