On the third day of Christmas…..
Tonight I sat listening to the carols being played and sung by people who have come to be a part of my family. As they sang and played the guitar and the flute and the drum box, I was, once again, moved to tears in the midst of “Silent Night.” As I wondered why, the image of women singing this to themselves in the midst of waiting for news from the war came to my mind and heart. I wondered what it was like for my Granny singing this back then. Or my great-grandmother before her.
And then it hit me what a precious thing it is that they did. They sang these same carols that I sang as a child and sang tonight. The same ones, I’d venture a guess, that my grandchildren will sing along to one day.
Then I thought about three different Christmases and how dear they all are and how they connect me to my story–
Christmas Past, Christmas Present, and Christmas Future.
And for all of the new ways of doing things like tracking Santa with an app on our phones or sending Christmas cards through email or social media or going to the movies on Christmas day–all of which are wonderful in their own way–the old traditions that connect us to those who have gone before us are truly beautiful. Decorating the Christmas tree, making homemade Christmas ornaments, baking cookies and other treats, singing Christmas carols, caroling, making time to visit with family and friends, reading the Christmas story together, sitting out milk and cookies for Santa…..
Tonight I’m thankful for the traditions that have and will last through all three Christmases. It is a good feeling to be a part of something that has come before and will last long after I leave this world.
Silent night, Holy Night…..
Love to all.