Seven pounds of meatballs are done! Now I know it is Jul igen! Thanks for the comments on the pictures, I find this rather addicting, wondering what I should say or show next. The pictures bring back so many memories, and I have enjoyed seeing not only the people, but what is on the walls, etc., and our comfy couch! Some make me laugh, some make me cry, but all good, warm feelings. I just marvel at how time has gone by so quickly, and wonder how many memories are lost because of not enough pictures. These manger scene performances are priceless, and there is enough for several years of Christmas blogging. A note of explaination on the stocking faced
duo. This was in Oregon, and we were all being silly and laughing so hard at ouselves, when someone saw Bishop Larson's wife drive up to deliver a Christmas present, and the duo did not want to be caught.....but were, in that big "picture" window. Closing with a more serious thought............
The following is a "Christmas writing" I did when Spenser was born.
There is a special bonding with Mary, when one holds their own Christmas baby.
A child born at this time, when the earth is troubled
brings a joy and hope that only December mothers know.
Just as it did then.
How blessed to be chosen to mother at this glorious time of year.
For the "peace on earth and good will" the "good news"
Lies bundled in a tiny soft blanket in your arms.
You hold that same hope for your child that Mary hoped for hers.
The love, the concern, the dreams, the promise, the hope -
How sweet to feel that "oneness" with her.
The difference is that she was in a stable, lit by a star
And you are in the warmth and safety of your home,
Watching the glow of Christmas lights play soft shadow games
On your baby's face.
Merry Christmas Everyone.
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