Christmas 2012, peaceful evening at the old farm house on Deshea Creek
in Tennessee. Denise hanging ornaments on the Christmas Tree, her Mom,
Marcella Thornburg, 91 years old this week, watching from the couch, giving her comments on the placing of certain items,
me, just leaned back in my old leather recliner, which has contoured to
my body over the years like a fine pair of leather gloves on a cold
winters day. An old movie is playing on the television, but nobody is
paying much attention to it, content to just watch the Christmas
decorations taking their places, as in so many years past.
Christmas decorations seem to just grow, with each passing year, to become part of the family decoration history. I stand at the tree, thoughtfully studying one of the ornaments, one that I don't remember from last year, and then go on to some of my favorites that go back to years ago, oh, yes, our son made that piece in the 4th grade, yes, Aunt MJ gave us that one, here is one that some friends in Missouri gave us, oh, I remember that piece, a fan of my music just sent that in the mail, someone I had never met, but who thought of us at Christmas, boy, how thoughtful. So it goes each year, each beautiful piece of glass, wood or metal, artistically created by an artist somewhere that becomes a part of your family celebration each year.
Then, waking up, early as on every morning, going into the living room where Denise has turned on the lights of the tree, standing in appreciation of it's beauty, then looking beyond, out the big windows that face the front porch and seeing the sun coming up, making the frost shine like diamonds....and saying, "Happy Birthday, Jesus, my Savior, We honor you with our decorations that remind all who see them of your birth."
God bless us all, and keep us safe in these perilous times.
Stan
Christmas decorations seem to just grow, with each passing year, to become part of the family decoration history. I stand at the tree, thoughtfully studying one of the ornaments, one that I don't remember from last year, and then go on to some of my favorites that go back to years ago, oh, yes, our son made that piece in the 4th grade, yes, Aunt MJ gave us that one, here is one that some friends in Missouri gave us, oh, I remember that piece, a fan of my music just sent that in the mail, someone I had never met, but who thought of us at Christmas, boy, how thoughtful. So it goes each year, each beautiful piece of glass, wood or metal, artistically created by an artist somewhere that becomes a part of your family celebration each year.
Then, waking up, early as on every morning, going into the living room where Denise has turned on the lights of the tree, standing in appreciation of it's beauty, then looking beyond, out the big windows that face the front porch and seeing the sun coming up, making the frost shine like diamonds....and saying, "Happy Birthday, Jesus, my Savior, We honor you with our decorations that remind all who see them of your birth."
God bless us all, and keep us safe in these perilous times.
Stan
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