Children filled to the brim with excitement. Scampering around the house, jumping like jack rabbits. Waiting to open their gifts, that have carefully been picked out by loving family.
Food nestled all over the kitchen. Filling to the edges of the delicate white table-cloth. Desserts piled high on the kitchen counters, whispering, try me, I will delight you with flavor.
The house is bursting at the seams. Portable tables and folding chairs await the presence of each child. While adults will sit at the big table sipping on red wine, children will be drinking red punch to celebrate the day.
All gather near and Grandpa taps on his crystal stemmed goblet, gaining everyone’s attention. The room becomes hushed as the prayer is spoken, sending it to God, letting him know of their gratefulness.
As a bystander, standing on the sidewalk, peeking through the lace trimmed windows, I envy the scenes of this movie. I used to have the same movie clip. I have wonderful memories that I relive each holiday. Now my family is deceased and I thank God I am still able to think clearly at my age, and remember those gone ahead of me.
I think that I will leave this family to celebrate their day and make my way to the bird sitting on the fence post. He sort of reminds me of myself. He looks lonely and yet content with who he is. He hides his tiny face in the protection of his own soul. He doesn’t want to ruin anyone’s day by showing his own sadness. He misses his own flock as I miss mine. Maybe he is giving thanks as the family in the window is. Maybe he is saying thank-you for all that he has loved and shared in his own life. Maybe he is like me, young enough to still remember what we both once had, and yet trying to find the joy one more time on this beautiful holiday. As the snow flakes fall gently covering us with love, may we each find our own blessings in yet another Christmas holiday. God bless everyone and have a Merry Christmas!