Jingle Bell Smiles
Already it is Christmas Eve. The holiday season has come and gone so swiftly that I feel almost lost in an inexplicable time warp. In just a matter of days, 2022 will end and the door to a new year will open.
Christmas has always been the most magical time of year for me. From searching starlit skies for a reindeer-driven sleigh as a child to my fascination with its spiritual enlightenment as an adult, this holiday represents a significant thread woven into the fabric of my being. I simply love the extraordinary spirit that is Christmas.
It could be too many twinkling lights or Mother Nature’s perfectly timed blanket of white this year, but today, I feel a deluge of mixed emotions. The intense cold imposes a level of isolation that dims the illumination of holiday cheer usually so abundant. Of course, I also have frozen water pipes in the kitchen and the half bath at the front of the house.
And if that were not enough, the appearance of little black droppings on my crafting cabinet alerted me that little creatures are also affected by sub-zero temperatures. Capturing an irritating rodent with peanut butter on a trap put yet another little black cloud over my holiday exuberance. I almost felt guilty for eliminating a member of the nest at Christmas. Yes, I know, I’ve lost it.
Seldom, if ever, have I felt less than spectacular during this time of year. And I wondered - is there a message for me in the madness?
I found myself suddenly reminded of my mother once saying to me, “Stop crying or I’ll give you something to cry about.” The memory made me belly laugh. What if the powers that be in the universe decided that if I was going to be all gloom and doom this holiday, they might as well give me reasons to feel that way?
Instantly, the black clouds disappeared. My Jingle Bell smiles returned. The message of Christmas is much more important than a frozen pipe or an icy walkway. It is an opportunity to bring peace and light to those less fortunate than you.
Shine your light brightly and bask in the glory of a newborn King. Christmas brings hope, and hope is the everlasting promise of peace and goodwill. And please say a prayer for my little mouse – rodent or not, God blesses all creatures great and small. Ah, but that is fodder for yet another rant.
Merry Everything and Happy Always! May your holidays be ever so cheerful and bright!
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Jacque Jarrett Stratman