Oh Happy Day to all, Friends! I hope this holiday morning finds everyone happy and well, in good company, well-rested, and looking forward to something special in the winter months ahead! (Yes, I'm still confident that we will get some winter - even though I have moments of doubt!)
(No, that's not our house - but isn't there a teeny little part of everyone who wants to have a house decorated like that for Christmas?!?) I am reminded of a Christmas Eve not long ago - probably only about 5 years or so. Aaron (my brother) and I drove into Bloomington, IL to spend the holiday with our family there. Dad and Deb had just moved into a new house (side note - I think this was the same time we went to the wrong house - but that's a story for another day!), and hadn't had time to decorate yet. We spent the evening in the frigid outdoors hanging lights. I will never forget the malfunctioning lighted/motion reindeer in the front yard. (Yes, you Illinois family folks remember it well!) One was supposed to look like it was eating, but the head was stuck "down." It just kept sort of twitching - looked a lot like a reindeer with a seizure disorder.
Dad tried to fix it several times, and I'm sure there was some rather un-Christmas language involved. Ahhh, poor reindeer!
My favorite part of the Christmas Holiday is the thought it always inspires in me. I appreciate this holiday and this season for all that they can be for different people - different sets of beliefs, different family dynamics, different religions, different perspectives on the world we live in. For your reading pleasure, here is a short bit (edited for length) of a favorite reading of mine. This is from Sophia Lyon Fahs. I am a person who is often considering and re-considering my beliefs and where they come from. The sentiment of these words touch me every time, and my thoughts on the subject never waiver:
"For so the children come and so they have been coming. No angels herald their beginnings. No prophets predict their future courses. Yet each night a child is born is a holy night, Fathers and mothers - sitting beside their children's cribs feel glory in the sight of a new life beginning. Each night a child is born is a holy night - A time for singing, A time for wondering, A time for worshipping."
Peace to you all in this season of lengthening days, honking geese, family and friends gathering together, and overeating. May the days, seasons, and years ahead bring to our families the bits and pieces of life that sustain us.
Be Well and Be Taking Care of Each Other!