Christmas to me is music, family & friends, the bustle of
the crowds and the hustle of all we try to fit into Decmember, but most
of all it's the birth of our savior. The season starts just after
thanksgiving for me, for I refuse to let it leak
into the niceness that is November just by itself. The musts: hunting
trees in the forest, Nat King Cole, sipping cider, the annual Polar
Express Party, gingerbread, Love Actually, Handel's Messiah, "Merry Christmas, movie house! Merry Christmas,
Emporium! Merry Christmas, you wonderful old Building and Loan!"
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pudding, Little Women, Wuthering Heights, and a little Bing Crosby
(or maybe a heaping dose). With all the things we are supposed to stuff
into one month my mind keeps ringing
with the words of silent night "all is calm, all is bright." I want
to pause for reflection. To remember the reason for peace on earth and
the hope that was given to us. All the good and traditions stem from
centuries past and span many cultures. They
have all been compounded to make this holiday the biggest and the
best-est. I want to find a balance of peace and clatter.
I am grateful that this season fills my heart to the brim.
I thought this was a special sight at the Catholic church just down the street from where I worked on Christmas Eve. I didn't go to a Christmas eve service this year. I just stopped and said a prayer.
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| Here's the "crazy" us after mommy worked all night! |
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| Grammy paid each of the kids a dollar for trying the pickled herring! |
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'God bless us, every one!' ('cuz you can't forget the Dicken's)
