It’s Christmas again, and much like the rest of the adults, I’m wondering where in the world the year has gone. It seems like just last week when I was celebrating New Year 2013 by going to bed at 10:30 p.m.
But to my children, this Christmas took ages and ages to get here, even with the daily countdown my son has been doing for the past few weeks.
“Thirteen more days until Christmas! Nine more days! Five more days!”
Well, it is that time of the year again. It seems as if it was just yesterday I was taking down all the Christmas decorations and making way for tax preparation. Where has this year gone? My grandmother always said that. But, really, where has it gone?
Why am I so in awe that it is December and Christmas is knocking at my door? Does Christmas not arrive at the same time every year? Again, I find myself unprepared.
December is a wonderful month full of festivities and Christmas cheer. It’s a month when the kindness of many shines bright.
I’m going to let you in on an innovative idea for a new product. It’s an invention that will help the spirit of Christmas last all year long. It probably would be the hottest item of the Black Friday sales, but it’s not complete. Maybe it will be next year.
A Barbie doll shrine in Nepal and warthogs in Kenya are some of the memorable highlights in the life of Radcliff resident Florence Mason.
Mason’s life also has included volunteer service, witnessing historic events and accomplishments that span the globe.
Born in 1928 in Hawaii, where she grew up, Mason recalled seeing low-flying planes as a child on Dec. 7, 1941. She was with other children who were excited to see the aircraft that were so close they could see the pilots wearing headbands with the rising sun emblem.
World travel and ministry, a battle with life-threatening disease and a proclivity toward poetry have given Melsa Thompson a life with a lot to appreciate.
“I’ve had so many highlights,”the Radcliff resident said.
Born in Pike County in eastern Kentucky in 1925, Thompson was delivered at home by her great-aunt, who forgot to mail her birth certificate. It wasn’t until 1972, when she was preparing to take a trip to Israel, that she discovered there was no record of her birth.