For more than 20 years, our church has held a party a week or so before Christmas for the 50-plus children who live in a nearby apartment complex. The formula is pretty simple: we sing Christmas carols, have sandwiches and something to drink and sing “Happy Birthday” to Jesus before we eat cake. The children pick out and wrap gifts for their moms or grandmothers, whomever they live with. They take home a goodie bag filled with candy and maybe gloves and socks and also get a wrapped gift.
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.
Hobbies have filled Gisela Paul’s life, not to mention her home.
Basket weaving, quilting, crocheting, knitting and baking — and the resulting products — are evident throughout the Radcliff woman’s home and beyond.
Baskets of all shapes, colors, sizes and purposes fill Paul’s home, including her kitchen, dining room and living room. A tabletop quilt displaying leaves and fall colors adorns the dining room table, and she has many others stored in her home.
One of my favorite holidays is near, Thanksgiving, the time when family and friends get together without obligation and share gratitude. It’s a time to reflect on the year and tally up the bounty of blessings.
Last month I was giving a talk in Delaware and a lady came up afterward to tell me it sounded good but she had nothing to be thankful for. As she rattled off her woes and all the things that had happened to her, I just had the urge to hug her. And I did.