The memories are coming like a glinting string of lights
In variegated colorschemes of shadows and delights
By now my years of celebrating Christmases are several
Seasons of light, of Advent wreaths, and Maccabean candle
Traditions carried every year, in food, in song and story
The joyous shock of God incarnate, telling of the glory
Three siblings to enjoy them with, and more at age eleven
One star of hope in all our joy, the baby sent from heaven
So many thoughts and festive times within that blessed season
Arranging wood nativities in glad anticipation
From decorating cookies, cakes, to trees and candycanes
We pray each task is permeated with a glad "He came"
|sleigh-rides, years ago...|
|buying fragrant trees in the snow |
-playing hockey on the driveway..
|and of course, the snowman of a lifetime, |
I share with my sister and brothers so many memories and funny stories that I hope we don't forget... I hope actually, that as we grow older, we'll remember more; finding things we want to do differently in the future; and working harder, perhaps, to keep alive those traditions most dear.