I just walked into our "quarters" and asked Jean if she were all right. She looked up from her book, peered over the top of her glasses, smiled, and said, "Fine." I told her I'd be back shortly, and came in to share with you what that does for my day. Here it is, almost the 62nd Christmas we have spent as husband and wife. Were all 62 perfect? Not at all. By far, though, the preponderance were wonderful. Was the ancient stable perfect? Not at all, but look who lay in the manger! And look at the witnesses! There are so very many little things that can make our holidays "happy," I pray that we can focus on them, rather than some of those things that seem like imperfections.
A brief memory that warms my heart right now is one Christmas with our son-in-law, David, no longer with us. I don't know where the balloon came from, but it had some sort of gas in it that compelled it upward. We happened to have a two-story living room, so when the balloon got away from one of the grandchildren, Dave walked up the stairway to retrieve it from the ceiling.
We both had the same idea...how much weight could the balloon hold and still rise? We fastened some sort of "basket," perhaps a match box, to the string and placed something in it and released it over near the stairway, of course. It took several tries, but eventually we found the proper number of paper clips or rubber bands or safety pins to make the balloon stay at floor level. I doubt if anyone recalls any particular gift, or what we had besides turkey, or even what the weather was, but those fifteen minutes or so have lasted many years.
May you find a similar, little thing, to enhance your day. Love, Jim.
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