It’s the day after Christmas.Anticipation is over.Glitter is gone.Tree is droopingGuests are gone.Chairs are empty.Paper is strewn.Boxes ae empty.House is quiet.Excitement’s gone.Sometimes…..The day after Christmas is lonely. Continue reading THE DAY AFTER CHRISTMAS IS LONELY
No matter how strong we are,how tough, or how independent,we are still human.Every now and then we needsomeone to reach out andtouch usand say something reassuring and kind.Touch is healing.There is no greater gift at Christmas time,or anytime,than the gift oftouch. Continue reading GIVE THE GIFT OF TOUCH THIS CHRISTMAS
There are two great moments in our lives.The first one is the moment we were born.The second one is the momentwe discover WHY we were born.The birth of the baby in the nativitywas momentous.And he knew WHY he was born.Generally speaking, the rest of usspend our whole lives trying to discover the “why” of our birth….trying to figure out our purpose.Perhaps the answer can be discoveredby examining the nativity itself.Perhaps the answer has beenin that manger all alongand we never noticed.Something to ponder. Continue reading THE NATIVITY AND THE TWO GREAT MOMENTS IN OUR LIVES
Christmasis not something you hear,not something you see,not something your give,not something you receive.Christmas is in your heart.It’s something you feel,something you believe,something that touches youlike no other feeling.It’s part love,part magic, part nostalgia,part spiritual,part something you can’t define.It’s unique to you.It’s your own meaning of Christmas.You find it in your heart. Continue reading WHERE IS CHRISTMAS?
I boarded the Greyhoud bus to head home for Christmas.I looked out the window and sawan elderly woman with a canewalking slowly toward the bus door.She stopped to re-tie her blue faded scarf,pull her shawl tighter around her,and pick up a small crocheted bag.”Are you sure this is mine?” she asked.A younger woman took the lady’s armand helped her up the steps of the bus.”Yes, babushka, it’s yours,” she said.The younger woman guided the older womanto a seat near the front of the bus.She fluffed a worn hand-embroidered pillowand put it behind the older woman’s back.”Oh, that’s, just right,” the older … Continue reading BEHIND CHRISTMAS ARE MANY HUMAN STORIES
The sounds of Christmas whether from afar or places near how nostalgic they all are. Children laughing sleigh bells jingling carolers caroling church choirs singing horses clopping horses neighing footsteps crunching musicians playing church bells ringing fireplaces crackling winter birds singing skaters gliding blustery breezes blowing silent snow snowing Santa ho, ho, ho-ing. O’ the joyful sounds of Christmas, how special they are. Continue reading THE SOUNDS OF CHRISTMAS
He was a small shepherd boy tending a flock of sheep with his father and uncle in the fields near Bethlehem. The boy lay by the fire to keep warm. He covered himself with the royal purple blanket that his mother had woven for him for his birthday one week earlier. It was the only thing he owned and he treasured it. He thought he was dreaming when the angel appeared and told them a Savior had been born and that they should go see him. They went immediately and found the baby in a makeshift manger with his mother, … Continue reading THE FIRST CHRISTMAS GIFT