THE HOLIDAY IS HERE
That ever was thrall, now is he free;
That ever was small, great is she;
Now shall God deem both thee and me
Unto his bliss if we do well.
Noel!
--Anonymous, Out of Your Sleep Arise and Wake
Christmas Eve Day, or Wrapping It Up
- Today, I cleaned out the last presents from under my desk and wrapped them.
- The rush and crush of Advent is giving way
- to celebration of the Christ Child; I sense his nearness. Peace starts to descend as my son begins the enormous job of preparing tomorrow's feast.
This afternoon, McGregor and I joined the informal parade of dressed-up neighbors walking to our parish church to welcome the Nativity. We sang the great carols in concert with all the generations: In the row before us, an ancient woman is supported by two (perhaps) granddaughters, and a family at the other end holds a tiny infant daughter in a pink
frilly dress. Lots of green sequins and red velvet are all around, with bows. The restlessness of a hundred small children passes back and forth over the congregation like a great wind.
Now, we turn to family traditions. At six o'clock we walk across the street for my son-in-law's homemade dim sum. We'll enjoy what we’ve prepared, the fellowship of holiday that we have woven for and with them. I will ask for one present to be opened on Christmas Eve; everyone will say no. My son and I will come home and run to separate corners to fill stockings and then what---whatever we want!
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