“Let’s tell scary stories,” I said.
“OK,” both Sara and Nathan agreed.
So I went first. I thought I was doing pretty well, building up to the exciting and shivery climax.
“Mem, that’s not scary,” one of them said.
“Wait, wait!” I protested. “I haven’t gotten to the really good part yet.”
Then when my story had finished, they both agreed that it was pretty spooky and now, it was someone else’s turn. Both Sara and Nathan added a great deal to their stories with movement, striding or jumping across the room, hand and arm gestures. By the time we had all told a story or two, we had a case of the delicious shivers but it was fun. And the best part was, we were all together. It was a cozy finish to a most satisfying two days.
Christmas is all about love and family and friends and celebrating the birth of the Prince of Peace. It’s about candlelight and firelight and food and gifts but the very best gift of all is God’s Gift to us long ago. That Gift did not come wrapped in ribbons and bows but in swaddling clothes. Instead of being placed under a Christmas tree, He was placed in a manger. But in the darkness of winter, down through the centuries, that Light has shone and still shines. I think it could be called the light of love and it is reflected in the hearts and on the faces of those who to whom the Gift came.
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