It’s been a wonderful Christmas season (especially after getting through the stress of staging a fun-filled school Christmas concert). The day after Christmas—Boxing Day in Canada—is always a joyous day, as we head out to hit the after-Christmas sales and enjoy a little downtime (for those folks that have to work today, my thoughts are with you; if you’re in a certain kind of office job, though, it’s one of those gloriously still days, with nary a phone call for the duration of a shift).
Last Christmas, my real-life blogger friend Bette Cox re-posted one of her own poignant pieces, “Who doesn’t like Christmas?” I’m one of those fortunate souls for whom Christmas doesn’t carry too heavily the memory of lost loved ones (other than my two wonderful paternal grandparents). One of my great trepidations in life is that this season of mostly unmitigated Christmas cheer will not endure forever.
But the hands of time tick on—all the more reason to honor our ancestors in our Christmas observances. As such, I thought it would be apropos to revisit Bette’s post—a reblog of a reblog.
Merry Christmas, and please spare a thought and some prayers for those struggling with loss this Christmas season.
A poignant piece from Esther’s Petition, an excellent blog about faith. It’s been a tough Christmas season for some friends of mine, with death and heartbreak hovering around and darkening the usual brightness of this season. Ms. Cox writes beautifully—wrenchingly—about how the holidays can be difficult, and how we should strive to be understanding of that difficulty. –TPP
This is a re-post from November 2010… still appropriate for many people, I think. That rhetorical question from a movie blurb has played over and over in the last week – Christmas movies have arrived on cable TV. But it’s not rhetorical for me. The answer is, “Me.” Christmas used to be a happy time […]