The sugarplums are dancing in my head as I send out Christmas and Holiday greetings and blessings to all who wander in from Real Space.Honey got her Christmas stocking full of catnip toys, balls, and little plastic thingies that she can bite, toss, and bat around. She responded with purrs of contentment and happiness which made me happy.
Last night I finally played a VCR tape that my family sent me several years ago of my mother's last Christmas Eve. It was 2000 and she was sick with terminal cancer at the time. A small group from her Salvation Army unit came and sang Christmas Carols out in their carport. Neighbors and friends were there for the Carols and for a little social after the singing.
One of the middle-aged men in the chorus, Dick, had some kind of physical disability that caused his body's torso to jerk fairly non-stop. Near the end of the program, Dick said he has a song just for my mother. In a beautiful solo tenor voice he sang a Christmas song with a theme about Jerusalem, the heavenly New Jerusalem. My mother stood in front of him giving him her total attention and great grace and dignity. It was really touching, appropriate, hopeful, and very beautiful. It was a real Christmas gift for me this year. A real blessing.
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