Christmases of long ago blend
with Christmas now.
Memories of delicious popcorn balls
and boxes of hard candy.
The sound of my older brother
reciting Matthew 1:18-25.
Whenever I hear those familiar words
‘now the birth of Jesus Christ was on this wise’
my eyes fill with tears
and I remember that Christmas program
of long ago.
He was dressed as a shepherd and I an angel.
Shining moments of long ago.
And then my thoughts skip to
beautiful Christmas concerts
as I hear certain songs.
Amy Grants ‘Emmanuel’
and my Mom singing ‘There’s a Song in the Air’.
For a few years we had a Christmas Eve program
at home. Just my family.
My younger brother played the trumpet;
my older one the clarinet.
I’d play the piano and my mom sang.
My sister sang=
Yes, I can still hear her singing
“It’s Beginning To Look A lot Like Christmas’.
Precious, shining moments of long ago
that brighten my life today.
All of it
reminding me of the tender bonds of love
gifts from the Father’s Hand.
The old wagon that dates back to when my father was a child
holds teddy bears and my old tiny tears doll.
My heart holds it all.
Along with the old memories and the ones of today
the golden thread of Christmas
“Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests.” Luke 2:14
Let the wonder of the memories surround and fill you this Christmas.
And through it all
sense His Love and everlasting care
Make this Christmas your best Christmas ever, won’t you?
Take time to be quiet
Take time to be still
and enter softly into the heart of Christmas.