Christmas is a noisy time of year, and I love that about it. I love the hustle and bustle, the joy, the laughter, the music, the carols and the merriment.
I also love the Quiet of looking at the Christmas tree lights long after children are asleep, the Quiet of sleeping children tired out from all the excitement, the Quiet of remembering a touching moment from a Christmas past, the Quiet of thinking about loved ones who cannot, for whatever reason, be with us at Christmas time, though we might dearly wish it were so. The Quiet of the starry (or perhaps snowy?) night sky. The Quiet of a landscape where no other soul is in sight and you suddenly feel very alone but strangely at peace – just you, the sky and the endless sea.
The Quiet of Christmas. The letter Q of this Christmas Alphabet.