Christmas Mass without carols. Christmas dinner without company (or even the whole family). Christmas Day without presents, spent in a cabin in the middle of a fifty acre wood.
okay, that last part was fun. But still, weird.
As we watched the priest fill the incense burner (having snagged what was supposed to be the last three seats at the 7:00 Christmas Eve Mass), it was so quiet …. the clank of the swinging thurible sounded just like cowbells. Kind of like the first Christmas, maybe.
Maybe that’s why the angels started singing.
But instead of complaining, I’d like to write about what went well this year. Craig is repairing the futon in the cabin after the seat cracked yesterday from a sudden, heavy load being dropped on the seat. The aroma of turkey noodle soup is still wafting around the living room. The fire is crackling. The dogs are snoring. So much to be thankful for.
Thank you, Lord, for my husband and all the good things he provides for our family.
My son is downstairs in his room, having sat up with us watching “The Commitments.” He dreams of the day when he has his own band.
Thank you, Lord, for his dreams. Use them to guide his way and help him find his purpose.
The snow has covered over the tracks of our vehicles. The dogs are reveling in their freedom. At home they are in a fenced in yard or on a leash. Here they run with joyful abandon.
Thank you, Lord, for all the freedoms we enjoy every day. Thank you for all the ways you have blessed us. Forgive me for all the ways I take these things for granted. Help me to do better next year.
Yesterday I got to visit with my extended family on Zoom, and sing carols badly but joyfully.
Thank you, Lord, for moments of spontaneous silliness. My Christmas wish: to have more of that in the year to come.