Soon, he’ll ramp up the Christmas tunes, my Santa-husband. I’ll be putting the last touches on the table setting, and stirring the soup pot. Even though it is daylight, our festive lights will be blazing. We are celebrating with family today.

First, I will wrap up this week’s challenge, anticipating no fuel left in my tank at the end of this day.

Music speaks a language not defined by phonetics or dialect. It touches our lived experience and evokes the irrational.

Ric likes the old crooners – long drawn out carols that quite frankly, grate on my nerves. I like the new, the discoverable. Mostly, when the family is gathered around, I prefer the lilts of my children’s voices without the added noise in the background. It will be interesting to see how this all plays out.

Thank you to all who participated this week. I enjoyed the videos, and how naturally this prompt wove itself into your writing.

I Write Her
parallax
Heart to Heart
Reena Saxena
nowathome
Stuff and what if…
Reverie in Reverse
AWISEWOMANSJOURNEY
THE BAG LADY
one letter UP