With a little luck, after Christmas, we rest. We sit back to enjoy the grace of a crisp, but not cold, winter morning that began with a brilliant sunrise. We pick up that book we’d set aside for the last two crazed weeks. We fully appreciate the transient charm of the decorations that, in a week or so, will return to hibernation till next December. Amid the luminescence, the comings and goings, calm sets in… and we are thankful.
I am very thankful for another wonderful family Christmas, replete with blessings… not the least of which was once again to accompany Angie, my 96-year-old godmother, to Mass on Christmas Eve and to have her with us Christmas Day, along with our neighbor Jamie, who pitched in to help the kids with dinner. Here’s un petit gout* of our holiday.
*A little taste… one of my favorite French expressions.