FIND WHAT YOU'RE LOOKING FOR
It was a magic thing, so real, some of the other children were envious.
It was painted mostly in red and for a toy, it was big. In the evening of Christmas day when everyone was tired with enjoying themselves and the family all relaxed together, the Fire Engine stood out in all it's glory. Only the boy was a little bit unhappy.
He had noticed that the bell from the Fire Engine was missing and he was upset. He went on being upset for 12 days and then he had an idea. In his country the feast of the Epiphany was known as "Little Christmas" and he thought that on such an important day, Santa might just want to call again and bring the missing bell this time. So on January 6th, that "certain" boy searched all the places in the house where Santa usually left the toys.
"It's just got to be there" he thought, but for all his searching the bell never did turn up. And friends, I know this story is true because I was that.......
Corny, may be. But which of us will come out into the open and send an email saying what, if anything, is missing from Christmas these days? Signed emails on the topic will be published on the blog.Such plain honest speaking will do wonders to get this new blog on it's way.
Thanks, Val
One Comment by email, so far, HERE:
A priest friend says (very Happily) that there was nothing missing from his
Christmas this year.
1.Christmas Eve had a blessing of The Crib including pet animals.
2,Sung Mass on Christmas morning which he says was very beautiful and
miles away from the Supermarket version of Christmas.
3.In the evening of Christmas day he was at service in a Care home and was
home for a late Christmas “lunch” at about 11 pm
“Fabulous”, he says. He certainly sounds as if he found what he was looking for, but how do the rest of us feel?
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The obvious thing missing from my Christmas was Patrick, but for all that I like to carry on as if he's still with me, which he is, except that I can't see him. But occasionally I do hear him, and I feel him all the time. So, the choir practised, we sang his setting of the Midnight Mass psalm and Alleluia, I came home and put the baby in the crib, allowed myself to open just one present (of course it was chocolates, from a young student if mine), spoke to the kids (phone, Skype), caught a bit of telly Midnight Mass (which was a bit too lace-n-incense for my taste) and on Christmas Day (after Mass, of course) drove over to Leeds for a huge lunch with my dear sister and family. Then came home for a lazy evening with the cat, my tree (yes, I still have a real one, Patrick wouldn't want anything else) and felt blessed.
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing that very intimate thought, Sue.
DeleteThe family who have gone before us are always missed but never forgotten, and the wonderful memories remain.
ReplyDeleteNow we have the new generation with us and this year our small grandson came with us to take the wreaths to the graves of his great and great great grandparents. We all stood and prayed for them and 'remembered' days gone by with much love and affection. The traditions go on.
LOVELY
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