I owned a lovely boutique once long ago before I retired. The Christmas holiday was the time of year I most loved doing my front window. In it I placed a Hanukkah Menorah and a dreidel, a Christmas Tree, a creche, lots of teddy bears and a Kwanzaa Menorah. It was my way of wishing all good will.
David and I were sitting around the table a few weeks ago when he told me about a diversity training that his office had that day. It had been rather basic and somewhat patronizing. My husband could be the last person on earth to need diversity training. So why did you go? He wished to support the entire office. He did come home saying that: “If someone wishes me a Merry Christmas – I know their intent is one of good will and kindness – I am getting a bit sick of all of this political correctness.” David, like Jesus, is Jewish.
I grew up within the most beautiful setting for Christmas. Imagine if you can coming home from having been away at school for several months. You are on the last leg of the trip. You are coming down the hill into town and it is snowing really hard and really beautifully with that special silence that snowfall brings. You come through the forest then the landscape opens up and you see your fields as you look to the left and see the out-door Christmas tree twinkling in the snow. You know that you will go to Mass in the morning where a lot of things will be said in Latin. But you still sense the presence of Christmas. Your home is decorated beautifully and there are presents everywhere. There is peacefulness. You are fourteen and this feels good.
This Christmas season I am grateful for so much. I am grateful for the cadre of friends whom I have met in the poetry blogosphere – you know who you are. I am also grateful for the memories that I mentioned above.
Merry Christmas to all. I hope that this season blesses each and every one. Oh … and Happy New Year too.