Now it is Christmas. My favorite feast - my season of hope.
He surprised us with lights to welcome us home, the whole place a joyful welcome sign.
A week later it was our turn.
We wanted to surprise him with the tree, lit in the window.
But when I plugged it in, only half the branches lit.
In my heart I sighed "not this, not this year" and left the room for a Christmas box thinking we'd have to leave the tree and wait for his help.
As I returned Kyla, in child wonder, exclaimed "Mom, the lights are all on!"
My first thought was to the heavens - Thank you,
When she said to me "Sometimes the Light just moves a little slow!"
Now it is Christmas. My favorite feast - my season of hope.
Oh Come Oh Come Emmanuel |
Only after I'd written this did I realize
it is Santa Lucia - the Feast of Lights! I remember our girls wearing a crown of candles on their head with a mix of delight and terror!
May you all be crowned with Light.
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