Pomegranates symbolize winter to me, since they are in abundance now and are widely and often inexpensively available. I don't have the patience to peel them, but my husband does, and at least a few times a week in the winter we will sit down in the evening to enjoy one. Some of them taste like apples, others like grapes or berries.
I have been holed up in my messy craft room, trying to assemble bits and bobs to send off in the mail before long. I’ve also been wrapping gifts and strategizing post office trips. We attended two local Christmas concerts this weekend. One was a boy’s choir; I felt warm fuzzies when they moved into the audience to clasp the hands of elderly audience members while they sang one of their pieces. At the end, we all stood up to sing Silent Night, holding the hands of those near us. I can barely sing this song without getting misty-eyed, as it was my grandma’s favorite carol and it immediately brings back so many memories of her. On that note, I’ve also been trying to wrap up an essay about her for a writing workshop. It’s such a big, sprawling topic that I am having a hard time knowing what to include and what to leave out.
What are your favorite carols? What do you remember of your grandparents at this time of year?