Despite all the self-talk of confidence about it being all right, and about Christmas being OK this year, I awoke with a hole right near my heart that didn’t seem to hear my positive recital. Before I talk about Christmas 2020, I want to tell you, who are my family and friends, I will never again take your presence for granted. The sheer joy of interaction with you cannot be replaced with poinsettias, or Hallmark movies, or tinsel, or even a bit of champagne.
But let me tell you a bit about my Christmas Day, 2020. All you grammar aficionados get ready for some “run on” sentences, because there was no way I wanted to put a “period” on my day.
It began with a Pittsburgh TV spot highlighting a doctor, who they referred to as an Angel doctor who cured the facial pain of a young boy who had endured this terrible pain for six years, and this angel is our son in-law, added to that was FaceTime with those far away grandchildren with skateboards, and I Phones and computer hardware, and next, one family’s tribute to our son-in-law, Mark, with a rendition of Go Tell It On The Mountain, complete with lighted candles and on pitch.
Take a breath, Ellen! My day continued with visits, not from shepherd or wise men, but family members bearing oyster stew and country ham and books, one of which was filled with pictures of grandchildren and great-grandchildren, with beautiful quotes about family joy and love.
So last night, as I lay in bed pondering all that day had brought, the hole near my heart was filled completely and replaced by a joyful and blessed heart beating out a cadence of love and gratitude….and I slept seven straight hours.
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