twenty one years ago, on Christmas eve, my grandparents gave me a copy of Little Women.i have cherished that book ever since. it is worn around the edges and the illustrated cover has begun to fade but every Christmas season i pull it off the shelf and read it. the night after i finish, i make a pot of hot cocoa and sit on the couch to watch the movie. sometimes the boys join me (there's hot cocoa and marshmallows after all) and sometimes it's just me, meg, jo, beth and amy.
last night i began my reading and sighed at the welcoming scene that immediately invited me to get lost within the book's pages.
"four sisters, who sat knitting away in the twilight, while the December snow fell quietly without, and the fire crackled cheerfully within...books filled the recesses, chrysanthemums and Christmas roses bloomed in the windows, and a pleasant atmosphere of home peace pervaded it."
twenty one years ago, on Christmas eve, my grandparents gave me a copy of Little Women.i have cherished that book ever since. it is worn around the edges and the illustrated cover has begun to fade but every Christmas season i pull it off the shelf and read it. the night after i finish, i make a pot of hot cocoa and sit on the couch to watch the movie. sometimes the boys join me (there's hot cocoa and marshmallows after all) and sometimes it's just me, meg, jo, beth and amy. 
last night i began my reading and sighed at the welcoming scene that immediately invited me to get lost within the book's pages.