The Christmas lights are filling the night sky with the colors of the season; there’s probably not a Christmas tree to be had on the Outer Banks this close to Christmas. The business of being in business seems to have slowed down. Somehow or for some reason everyone seems to be a little happier and a little more patient.
The kids, or course, are excited. It’s doubtful if “. . . visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads . . .” More likely it’s I-Phones, I-Pads and a Playstation IV—but the sentiment is the same.
Christmas is a season of hope—kids tend to frame their hopes in ways that they understand. As adults, we tend to hope that the things we don’t always understand will somehow get better. And the real miracle may be that those things we don’t always understand do get better from time to time.
We’re not going to have a white Christmas on the Outer Banks—that would be a rare and wonderful event indeed. What we will have though is a day to spend with family and friends, to celebrate traditions and make new ones and to remember that even in this darkest of winter nights there is the light of hope.
From all of us a Brindley Beach to all the friends we have made over the year have a very Merry Christmas.