What was born on Christmas Day
Long ago in a city known as Kansas, three friends surrounded by little boychilds and girlchilds decided to gift each other with hand-made presents. And so was born to them that day a tradition of remembering, reminding and rejoicing.
One friend copied Emily Dickinson’s poem reminding all that stopping just one heart from breaking or easing just one life the aching meant life would not be lived in vain.
A second friend for years created ornaments remembering a family event of the just-past year.
Giddyupp’ing through time-woods echoing with jingling joy and sudden sorrows to grandmothers’ houses the numerous treasures traveled. From Missouri to Minnesota, New York to Colorado, Texas to the great beyond. By mail and by memory. To be placed once again on kitchen shelves or added to annual greenery.
To remember the first-ever family Christmas.
To rejoice in Who was born.
To realize love is simply divine.
Wishing you the wonders of faith family and friendship, a joyous Christmas day, and peace on earth to all peoples of good will.
Remembering the lovely chaos of years gone by! Belated Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
Much love!
Pat–your blog is a treat to read and a gift for us readers. Happy Christmas to you and your family!
Because of this tradition, I now take holiday baked goods to my girlfriends on Christmas Eve every year. Thanks for teaching me to give momma!!
Nothing else to say bet LOVELY. Thank you for writing and posting this.