Twisted Musings

There’s something magical about Christmas.  People hold doors open
    for you, and wish you a Merry Christmas.  Beautiful Christmas carols
    flood the airways.  Television shows focus on the goodness of people, and
    almost always have a happy ending.  My inbox on the Internet abounds
    with warm wishes.  Christmas really is the best time of the year.

    Most people have a favorite Christmas memory.  Mine is when I was 5
    years old, and we were living in the little Wisconsin town of Clintonville.
    Dad was a pastor of a small church there.  We didn’t have a car then,
    and on Christmas Eve Dad had walked to the grocery store to get a
    few things Mom needed for Christmas dinner.  We had a Christmas
    tree in the living room, with popcorn strings and little ornaments we
    made with construction paper.  There was a string of lights, and an
    angel at the top.  Christmas music was playing on the big old radio
    and Mom was singing along with Bing Crosby’s White Christmas,
    while she kneeled on the couch and looked out through the
    curtains; watching for Dad to come trudging back through the
    snow.  Every year at this time, as I open Christmas cards and
    listen to the old-timey Christmas carols, I’m taken back to this
    special memory of quiet peace and warmth and family togetherness.

    Christmas is a time to set aside your everyday worries and concerns.
    Christmas is the time to unite with family and friends, and to
    rekindle relationships.  Christmas is the time to open your heart
    and embrace the feelings of joy, and peace and good will to all .

    I wish you all a very Merry Christmas.