Seasons and Holidays Past items (poems and prose)
are in this journal.
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You could see it in the eyes of that beautiful child, her certain smile as she bent to help 'grandma' with her Christmas wrap. Not unlike the babe of Mary, in the arms of one so meek and mild, she sprang to life to watch out for wise men in moments of Hap. There was such joy in her tiny body at play, she was deeply concerned that 'grandma' would soon be well and able to walk. The manger was put in place on the mantle where the other Holy Ornaments lay, as she asked 'grandma', too, if Baby Jesus would be there at their Christmas table to talk. 'grandma' never asked for much for so many years, but she wanted to give of herself and bought the girl marvelous toys she put under the tree. That Christmas eve she dreamed of Jesus' wise peers, and they told her she would find comfort just wait and see. 'grandma' told her dear child that Jesus had given her a perfect gift, "What could it be?", her granddaughter confided. It was the precious talent of giving elders a much needed lift, and that loving her gave her back her strength ten fold, the way Jesus in his day had guided. When Christmas came the child awoke and cried out that 'grandma' dreamed of a new pair of legs, with a sigh. She loved the old woman so and with her wish came tears in her blue eyes. Why the hospital had given 'grandma' a new moving wheelchair she didn't have to buy, Christmas day was spent rejoicing in 'grandma's' kitchen making cookies and pie. The child looked at 'grandma' in awe, knowing that she had done something good, she smiled her certain smile and told 'grandma' that she didn't need anything, as Jesus in his day would tell. 'grandma' laughed spryly asking her to quickly find her presents like she should, that without her little arms, Christmas might not have been as 'dressed up' so well. |