Christmas 2009

The time has nearly come – and everything is just about ready for the
feast.  Snow and ice have made the preparations more challenging, but
most of the right food is in the right places, and most of the right
presents are hidden away in the right nooks and corners – or safely
delivered to their destinations.
The family has gathered together and the common cold has now been shared around.
Having begun this post on 22nd, I now find myself on 24th, snugly
curled up on the sofa, full of the delicious Christmas dinner we shared
earlier this evening and seeking to complete this entry.
Mary and Joseph have squeezed (somewhat soggily) into the ‘stable’ in
the front garden (complete with sheep and donkey – oh, and inn
keeper/shepherd) and I must venture out into the cold in a minute to
add some sparkles and the baby in the manger.
Made it!  Christmas is upon us.  Half the family has gone off to the
midnight service whilst the rest of us keep the home fires going –
well, maintain some heat and prepare the late night drinks!
This is a special moment for me – all the long preparations are over. 
Anything forgotten will have to remain so! And I have survived the
turkey preparation and can now relax and enjoy things!
We have been touched by so many people and events this year.  You
cannot live a life full of people without experiencing change.  Some
things have been wonderful – exciting, full of joy and pleasure. 
Others have been heart-breaking or worrying – life is like that.  We
carry the marks of joy and pain – the price of loving and being loved.
The Christmas story reminds us of that cost – it cost so many, so
much.  It cost God everything.  And why? Because of a love so very
different from that which we understand.  So infinite and so minute.
Today, someone said to me "How lucky you are to have such faith – you
can believe where I just can’t."  I echoed the words of Ellis Peters
(spoken by Brother Cadfael)  "God’s reach is very long."
My He reach us all this Christmas.

About apthomas

I love books, reading, writing, baking, chocolate, painting, sewing, people and fairtrade - not necessarily in that order. I am a lazy gardener - who loves the garden, and a lazy housewife who likes the place to be warm and welcoming. I live in beautiful Somerset. I am enslaved by Sherpa-the-cat. Saturday mornings find me 'playing shop' in the Honey Pot - a second hand bookshop, run from my garage, where along with the books you'll find fun, friendship and refreshments - all in a good cause.
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