Around here, that moon-on-the-snow looked something like this. Clearly we will be having a white Christmas this year. Maybe even the whit-est Christmas of all. Amanda and I were both quite shocked by the accumulation.
The stockings were hung. . . but we had to take them down to fill them.
There will be 17 of us for Christmas tomorrow, so in addition to being the white-est Christmas ever I think it will also be the biggest. Good times lie ahead. I got to video chat with Mark, Rachel, Kai, Mom & Dad in Australia this afternoon where it is already Christmas. Still trippy. I chatted with Janie, Dave & Corrina yesterday and Corrina sang “Jingle Bells” to me. What a great Christmas present.Merry Christmas to you and yours. May the spirit of Christmas find you wherever you are tonight. And if this Christmas is not quite what you were expecting, then consider these words from poet Ann Weems:
Is that hope
Which tenaciously clings
To the hearts of the faithful
In the face
Of any Herod the world can produce
And all the inn doors slammed in our faces
And all the dark nights of our souls
That with God
That even now
A child is born!
~ Ann Weems