Impossible Dreams - Christmas

Greetings Dear Reader,

You know that I think about Christmas almost every day.  It is one of my most cherished impossible dreams.  As I slog through the most humid morning of the season thus far I long for the cold and the snow.  I have dreams and visions that are possible concerning my favorite time of year.

I dream of seeing my grandsons as they awaken on Christmas morning whilst there is still magic in it for them.   I dream of finding just the right gifts for my children so that they feel known and loved.  I dream of a good bowl of Black Cavendish and a hot drink on the porch in the snow.

I have impossible Christmas dreams as well.  Most of them I keep to myself.  I do dream of a Christmas in a beautiful place with all of my family together.  I dream of filling a huge room with gifts for everyone that communicate the gift of Christ in a perfect harmony of love and respect.

My dreams include things that can never be.  They are not pipe dreams and they could be but people have hard hearts and we make choices that truncate dreams.  We give away what is precious for what we think we want and sometimes it cannot be undone.  My impossible dreams include finding a way to undo those things.

I believe in things I cannot see.  I believe in the impossible dream of Christmas with peace on earth and good will toward all men.  As I step into the humidity today I will do so with a Christmas song in my broken heart.  Christmas heals things in me because of Christ.  He is the joy in my journey more than anything else.  He stays close when I am far away from my impossible Christmas dreams.  Dear Reader, there is always time for another Christmas song.

This Christmas Day – Trans-Siberian Orchestra

So, tell me Christmas

Are we wise

To believe in things we never see

Are prayers just wishes in disguise

And are these wishes being granted me

For now I see

The answering

To every prayer I've prayed

She's coming home this

Christmas Day

So tell me Christmas

Are we kind

More this day than any other day

Or is it only in our mind

And must it leave when you have gone away

It's different now

It's changed somehow

And now you're here to stay

She's coming home this

Christmas Day

All at once the world

It doesn't seem the same

And in a single night

You know it all has changed

And everything is now as it should be

I have the ornament

I have the perfect tree

I have a string of lights

I have a chance to see

Everything that my heart thought could be

For of all the dreams

You were the first I knew

And every other one

Was a charade of you

You stayed close when I was far away

In the darkest night

You always were the star

You always took us in

No matter who we are

And so she's coming home this

Christmas Day

Merry Christmas

Merry, merry Christmas

Merry Christmas

Merry, merry Christmas

Merry Christmas

Merry, merry Christmas

Night

She's coming home

She's coming home

She's coming home

This Christmas Day

She's coming home this

Christmas Day...

SO THE GIRL HAD REACHED HER HOME

AND THE BAR WAS CLOSING DOWN

AS THE ANGEL STARTED BACK

TO BRING HIS LORD WHAT HE HAD FOUND

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.”

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