When I was a little girl, I could not figure out what all the hoopla was about Santa Claus. It was a charming story--but the problem was, I knew kids from school who were pretty good all year long (myself included), who did not get tons of Christmas gifts. On the other hand, kids who were mean seemed to have it all! I remember thinking, "If Santa is real, then he's not very fair."
"Us kids" didn't have much in those days--but thinking back--we were very happy. We were poor, but we didn't know we were lacking in anything. Some say my childhood memories sound like a fairy tale, or something out of a book.
As a child I loved the romance and danger of the ancient story of Joseph and Mary. I was intrigued by the singing angels, shepherds and the tiny baby miraculously conceived. Then there were wise men who followed a shining star to where the child lived. They brought him wonderful exotic gifts.
There was even a jealous, deceitful king who sought after the child's life--yet miraculously, through the intervention of angels, the family escaped certain death.
I am still filled with awe and wonder as I consider the mystery and beauty of that wonderful old story.
Merry Christmas sweet Friends. May the beauty and mystery of the season fill your hearts with joy! Thank you so much for dropping by. Your visits are an encouragement to my heart!