Greetings Dear Reader,
It always seems to come and go too quickly for me.
Photo by Natalie Foley |
I must say that I have enjoyed my Christmas decorations immensely
this year. My Daughter Christmas did all
the decorating and the house is beautiful.
Her natural artistic ability has shown through the decorating this year.
The time that I have spent simply
enjoying the beauty must be credited to this lovely young lady. This is the week that we sequester the
ornaments, trees, bubble lights, and trapping until next Thanksgiving.
This always evokes a sadness in me that is not deep but is
troublesome. When I was younger it was
much worse. As I have said several times
over the last month I now have something to remind me of Christmas out year
round. This year I added a beautiful porcelain
nativity that will remain in my sleeping room.
The trees will be divested of their decorations and put in the
Christmas room with care. The bubble
lights will be stored in a way that assures their vitality for next year. We will need to retire one of the trees I
think as it seems a little ragged.
Carefully sequestering the decorations is a first step in
preparing for Christmas yet to come. It
is an act of faith that the seasons will roll through their course and bring me
back to that moment when Christmas carols are welcome someplace besides in my
head. It is belief that the celebration
will return and there will be another time of public wishes for peace on earth
and good will to men.
There are other ways I will exercise this faith. We can discuss that tomorrow. For now I am going to pour a cup of coffee
and spend a little quiet time admiring the beautiful bubble lights and the
artistry of my daughter. After all moments spent meditating on the gift
of Christ and yearning to celebrate him are never wasted moments.
The
Lost Christmas Eve – Trans Siberian Orchestra
On a street in the night
In the cold winter’s light
A child stands alone and she’s waiting
And the light that’s out there
It just hangs in the air
As if it was just hesitating
And the snow it comes down
And it muffles the sound
Of dreams on their way to tomorrow
And when they appear
This night will hold them near
For where they will lead
She will follow
For here in this city of lights
This evening awakens
The dreams that it might
The winter it conjures
The spells it will weave
The snow gently covers the ground
Christmas Eve
In this scene
On this night
There’s an ancient hotel
Where shadows they do tend to wander
And the ghosts that live here
Hold each moment so dear
For time’s not a thing one should squander
And they recount their sand
As it runs through their hand
And examine each moment for meaning
It can be wished upon
Till the moment it’s gone
Like day disappears into evening
For here in this city of lights
This evening awakens
The dreams that it might
The winter it conjures
The moment is seized
The snow gently covers the ground
Christmas Eve
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Christmas
Christmas
Christmas
Christmas
Through this night
The dream still wanders
As it was meant to be
And every year this night grows fonder
Of children and circumstance
Caught in this childhood dance
As the world turns around
Keeping dreams on the ground
Windows of frosted ice
Prisming candlelight
And somehow we
Start to believe
In the night and the dream
As it cuts through the noise
With the whisper of snow
As it starts to deploy
In the depths of a night
That’s about to begin
With the feeling of snow
As it melts on your skin
And it covers the land
With a dream so intense
That it returns us all
To a child’s innocence
And then what you’d thought lost
And could never retrieve
Is suddenly there to be found
On Christmas Eve
On Christmas Eve
On Christmas…
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every writer
who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a home
owner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store."
( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
I read this as I was, in fact, communing with my tree one last time this season. This was a strange Christmas, as it was the first away from most of what used to constitute Christmas for me. I actually wished it over, and now I wish I hadn't felt that way. Because some things never change about Christmas. The One it centers around is my constant, every day.
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