The house is quiet.
Cranberry bread is baking in the oven.
The last few touches of the decorations have been made.
As each Christmas passes, I realize
that my children haven’t always remember the presents under the tree.
Instead they remember the moments leading up to
the grand unveiling and the excitement in the home.
They remember the decorations that
dance around the house each year
on shelves, the mantel, and countertops.
I remind my children of their history each year
as I bring out each piece
so that they appreciate their presences.
Christmases build upon each other.
Each year, is another link to the total memory
in a child’s mind and heart.
It is a creation of magic through LOVE.
The smell of favorite recipes
baked in Mother’s familiar pans,
create some strange magic
that they often won’t know exists
until they are grown.
Wishing you all…
A Very Merry Christmas,
Blessed by the Love of Jesus.