Thursday, December 24, 2009

Merry Christmas

It is the best of times; it is the worst of times. Christmas is a time when hearts open wider and bellies grow rounder from the holiday’s feasting. Ho, ho, ho—uh oh.

I’m having a Charles Dickens’ Christmas, of sorts. Yesterday it was t-shirt weather, warm and in the 70’s. But that didn’t stop me from wishing for a White Christmas. Like magic, delicate and soft white powder sit on the roof tops, trees and lawns in my neighborhood this Christmas Eve.

Yes, hearts are tender this time of year. We’re busy cooking turkey and ham, cleaning and baking gingerbread houses, chocolate chip cookies. There’s hot chocolate with marshmallows for the kids, and egg nog for the sophisticated group.

People take the time to hold the door open for others--patience and kindness abound.

We package goodies for the mail man, our hairdressers, teachers and care givers. We think of our friends and family who will join us for our season’s celebrations. And we think of loved ones who will not be with us this Christmas. Abundance and loss; Generosity; Scrooge-osity. Love—Bah Humbug.

What Does Love Look Like?

Christian (his name was changed for this writing) is a unique man. He lives in Hawaii. He lost his wife to cancer, and he lost his two sons to Muscular Dystrophy before they were teenagers. He endured much loss. His quirky ways were overlooked by friends and understood by all.

One night, during a vacation in Hawaii, while everyone was asleep, I lay awake listening to the night sounds of my childhood: The cat’s meow, the dogs barking at passersby, the occasional tooting of the horn and the shout of a friend’s name, and the chucking of the resident lizards around the windows. The sounds were a lullaby and I fell fast asleep.

My dreams abruptly ended by the voice of our local preacher, Christian. It was the anniversary of the loss of one of his sons, and everyone knew he would drink his pain away then take his usual place at the stop sign at the intersection outside my mom’s home sometime in the early morning. I could see him through my bedroom window preaching to the night’s wind. “Love one another as I have loved you . . . .”

He continued preaching and waving his Bible for a few more minutes, then left the scene. His ritual was finished.

Christian was a broken man. He grieved in a unique way.

Christian was once a toddler. He was once someone’s child. He once was someone’s husband. He once was someone’s father. He once was a baby.

We remember; we hope. We give; we receive. We grieve; we celebrate. We love unconditionally.

And we make Merry . . .
Guess what we're doing tonight?

I am thinking of you and the special times we shared this past year making art, sharing our hearts, making memories of lasting friendships. You are loved, each and every one.

Blessings to you and yours. Merry Christmas.

7 comments:

Martha Lever said...

Many blessings to you, Fannie! oxox

Diana Evans said...

Hi Fannie!!! I wish you and your family a wonderful Holiday Season!!! Bless you all and may you enjoy and make many more wonderful memories...

Thank you for your wonderful friendship!!!

Merry Christmas!!!

Hugs
Diana

Janet said...

Wonderful post, Fannie. Merry Christmas to you and yours!!

Melinda Cornish said...

Merry Christmas Fannie...it is a beautiful time, but it can be hard when you have lost loved ones too...thanks for sharing your story.......Melinda

marianne said...

Merry Christmas Fannie!
Beautiful post.....

♥♥♥
>M<

Melissa and Emmitt said...

Merry Merry Christmas Fannie and family!

Have a wonderful day!

Love
Melissa and Emmitt

Kuulei said...

This was a very thoughtful, nice story and post. You are such a good mommy and GREAT person.

I LOVE YOU! Thank you for making our Christmas so SPECIAL!!!