Saturday, December 23, 2006

Standing in the dark........

Christmas - that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance. It may weave a spell of nostalgia. Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance - a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved.
- Augusta E. Rundel


This morning standing outside in the dark - feeling the soft warm rain against my face - i remember a Christmas long long ago when i went to the midnight candle service in the rain..and we all came out to piles of snow - blocking the roads, covering the houses, making the night bright with its glow. i remember walking home from church through knee high snow with friends, whispering, because somehow this snow covered city, felt more reverent than the brightly lit church had.

i remember the last leg of that walk to my house .. alone.. through the snow .. i could hear - if only in my mind's ear - the angels singing sweet Christmas music.. the Christmas lights moving gently in the winter winds looked like fairies dancing through the snow flakes.. Christmas had come .. 'without pop guns or whistles roller skates drums!! ' Christmas had come silently on the wing of a snowflake..... and it was pure and white and soft and silent...

And it is just one of my favourite Christmas memories...........


1 comment:

Buffalo said...

Beautifully written.