The true beauty of the Christmas season
How blessed we are to live in such a beautiful place! This photo, taken a few weeks ago by Dayleen Weaver, shows her two daughters out in their Fish Springs backyard. Alexis, 9, and Amanda, 7, love to ride their horses. And what a place to do it! There are miles and miles of open land ready for them to explore.
Last year about this time we had a big snowfall just before Christmas. Hopefully we’ll get it again as it adds so much to the beauty of the season. It seems that each home I’ve visited recently has had so very many presents underneath the Christmas tree. That’s not the way it was when I was a kid. Nine people shared our tiny two-bedroom house Ð mom, dad and seven kids.
We each got one or two little Christmas presents, which we loved, but nothing like the expensive gifts many children receive today. Up until the time I was 12 and had income from a regular babysitting job, I gave my dad the very same present each year-a package of Lucky Strike cigarettes. My mother said I could get into Daddy’s top dresser drawer and take out the cigarettes and wrap them up as a surprise to him. And he always acted so pleased!
I usually gave mama promises. A box full of little notes that promised chores, like, “I’ll clean out the refrigerator” or “weed the garden”. My mother told me that her special childhood Christmas gift was always in the toe of her stocking-a big, juicy sweet orange from California. That was a most coveted fruit, as oranges didn’t grow in her hometown of Tacoma, Washington. Christmas was much simpler in the old days, and so was life. I plan to put an orange in the toe of each of our four visiting grandchildren’s stockings, and keep up the tradition of my own grandmother.
Listen, as the celestial messengers produce harmonious sounds, “Hark, the Herald Angels Sing” in the small municipality of Judea southeast of Jerusalem, “Oh Little Town of Bethlehem”. For it was there that “the hopes and fears of all the years” were realized in the birth of the Little Lord Jesus. It was a Silent Night, a Holy Night, a night we’ll forever celebrate. So, once again, it’s time to embellish the interior passageways, “Deck the Halls” of the house in preparation for “His” birth just six days away.
Our biggest New Year’s wish is for tranquility upon the terrestrial sphere or “Peace on the Earth” in keeping with my Christmas song theme. We hope your Christmas is filled with the stuff that makes memories and builds family traditions.
— Linda Monohan can be reached at 782-5802.