I'm sitting in a chair with one leg bent under my body. I'm wearing a bulky sweater and fleece pants and thick black socks. I feel like you need to know this. You need to understand that I'm finally warm. It's cold outside. The wind is fierce and painful at times, but right here I'm completely comfortable.
Jewel is sliding into her head voice to sing to me about angel voices and nights divine. That's it for me. That's the Christmas season. Sure, the presents, both giving and receiving, make me smile and shake with anticipation. But the music. Even cheesy arrangements of harps and bells can lift my spirit if there's a beautiful voice whispering to me about joy and peace and silent nights.