Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Merry Christmas, One and All
The shopping is done. The food has been eaten. The goodies all delivered.
The snow has fallen, and the night sky is now bright with stars. Somewhere in that night sky flies a jolly man -- a saint, the embodiment of generosity -- and his small team of reindeer and a sleigh full of dreams.
Good will descends upon the world like a gentle dusting of pure, white snow.
Ralphie has his Red Ryder, two-hundred shot, range model air rifle. Clark Griswold has his Christmas bonus. It snowed in Vermont. Ebenezer Scrooge has been redeemed, and I have an appointment, presently, in Bedford Falls, with the George Bailey Family.
One by one, exhausted by the anticipation, the children fade away -- for a few brief hours, at least.
The wassail is simmering. The leg lamp is lit. Bing Crosby sings quietly in the background.
In a manger; in the churches; in the cities and the countries; in the fields and the hills; from ocean to ocean, and peak to peak; in the warmest of homes and the darkest of streets, shines an Everlasting Light.
Merry Christmas to all of you.