So, a Christmas dinner—
Rescheduled once or twice.
Two friends,
Open a door of books
And a bottle of wine
To enter into conversation
And communion.
Still hungry?
Ice cream, always.
McDonald’s—
The simplest of cones.
Christmas gift exchange—
Why not?
In the parking lot on 12th Street,
Unwrapped gifts
Wrapped discreetly—and quickly—in scarves,
Also newspaper and blue ribbon.
Thoughtful and simple,
Coffee, Marian images.
A Christmas moment
To remember.
The miracle of friendship.
Yes, my dear friend and I ended up exchanging gifts in a bit of an impromptu manner last week. It was perfectly us, especially as Annie Lennox’s incredible version of The First Noel and First Aid Kit played in the background.
Christmas is here. God is with us, indeed.
Merry Christmas to you, one and all. Many, many blessings and miracles be with you.
Let us walk in the holy presence.
I saw a sister of mine come into the community room sans shoes. I pointed this out to her. She said she was hoping someone would notice. Look at those socks! Ho, ho, ho!
