Merry Christmas to all, and to all a great day!
Three generations of our family gathered on Christmas Eve and shared a tamale/enchilada feast and memories of Christmases past. As we always have, as far back as anyone can remember, the older ones (including my age group now!) claim the seats at the dining room table while the kids make do in the other room. When I was a kid, that room used to be the kitchen. Now, it's the living room and they're watching old Christmas movies on my beloved's new gigantic HD TV.
It was a beautiful evening. I missed my mother, not as she was in the past few years, but as she was in decades past, bustling around with a dish towel in her hand. Mom was always doing something, from sun-up until bedtime. She sat down and rested only after 10 o'clock at night, fresh from her shower in a muumuu on the couch, reading the day's newspaper. When my daughter was a little girl, she drew a picture of me and titled it "Mommy always working." My mother trained me to work. I haven't done a terrific job keeping up with my legacy lately but that is the standard my mother engrained in me.
We greet Christmas morning with treasures filling our Christmas stockings, with reading the second chapter of Luke in the King James version, and with watching "Charlie Brown's Christmas." Who knows what the rest of the day will bring. But I know it will rain down blessings on our heads and I pray that blessings rain down on you and on your families.
We lie abed with the old dogs and listen to the wind
the children are all grown and have flown with the wind
the window is a collage of leaves washed by the rain
these are the gifts of the Magi: the scent of old dogs
the wealth of the years and the preservation of love
We lie abed with wrinkles and our sagging skin
our love windblown by the turbulence of years
imperfect and well worn The smell of it is beautiful
and your legs are soft as fur where they mingle
with mine and I pet them with my foot
as I consider rising up and bowing down
with this great gift extended to the king transformed
as we are by the hand of God