The scent of fragrant evergreen fills the air. Bells are ringing. Candles glow both welcoming travelers and marking the miracle of light through the nights. Family and friends are gathering with some seeming present only in our memories and dreams. In this time of deep tradition, we feel and hold our loved ones in spirit close.
Tonight I mix the molasses cookie dough that only comes through the long since faded recipe in my grandmother’s script. “Don’t stir too long,” I inwardly hear her whisper. In each stocking, I place a round, ripe orange while I smile my grandfather’s smile. I gaze up at the night sky while wrapped warm against the wind and remember trips home from Brooklyn on Christmas eve and know my father is ever present.
On this Christmas, I wish you warmth, love and the knowing that each of you are surrounded by your loved ones and distant ancestors in spirit. Hear their laughter. Feel their touch. See the flicker of their light reflected all around you, and know that the greatest part of them shines through you.
Shine on, dear ones. Shine on.