I often fear that I have nothing left in me to write about. Last week, I thought over and over that I'd dried up, was completely done posting. I was feeling a bit discouraged. I was a little burnt out, I suppose. This is not an uncommon experience for me about my blog.
And then nights like last night happen. I was actually in bed early (9:30ish) and had planned to find a netflix movie to watch a part of. But suddenly I was bombarded with a few ideas for my blog and I started writing a few posts and loading pictures onto other posts, and so on. For two hours I just wrote posts and loaded pictures, and early this morning I woke up to finish them off. Suddenly I have eleven new posts ready for publishing over the next month or two, or whenever the mood strikes. Three posts over the next week will come from last night's burst: There's one about Santa; another about Christmas traditions; and a third about the element missing from our Christmas festivities this year. I hope you enjoy them.