Four Angels Divided

angelMy mom was an artist.  As an artist, she found many outlets for her creativity.  One outlet was painting ceramics.  Her dad and stepmother owned a ceramic shop and she helped out.  Along the way, her family were benefactors of ceramic projects big and small.  I remember her painting four angel ornaments for the tree.  One boy and three girls, or in other words, one for my brother and one for my sisters and me.

For years the angels hung on her Christmas tree every year.  Her little angels painted with love by our guardian angel.

Every year for thirty some years her angels hung on momma’s tree.

But all things come to an end.  This Christmas, the angels were divided and each hung on different trees in two states and three towns.  Mom’s angels are separated by distance but still connected by memory and love.

A Christmas Invitation

Here’s an invitation for you this Christmas season.

First, let me explain. The other day I had the opportunity to share a lesson during church. I used as my resource President Boyd K. Packer’s General Conference address “The Reason for Our Hope.” It is a great talk on how we need to be nurturing our testimonies in Christ daily. It will be our testimony of Christ that will enable us to withstand the trials and adversities life tends to throw us.

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Merry Christmas!

So, I realize Christmas was yesterday. But, you see, Christmas was yesterday and I’m sure I was too busy to come up with an original post. So, I post-dated a few posts. And this was one. So, Merry Christmas from the Lees – a day late.
And yes, I realize I need to update this video. After all, the baby at the end will be 14 in a couple of months. But isn’t the baby at the beginning dang-it cute?

The First Gift of Christmas

This and other fine poems available at A boy watched his mother

Tie one red ribbon on the green tree

He could not think of any reason

“Why a ribbon?” he asked her softly.

She replied, “It’s my final gift of the season

The most important one from me.”

“It’s just a piece of ribbon,

Whose gift could it possibly be?”

And he hoped deep inside

His name wouldn’t be

On the lone piece of ribbon

Hanging from the Christmas tree.

His dear mother,

Smiled at her son

Happy for the lesson

Which time had come.

She cut an extra piece

And sat on the brown chair

She held her arms open wide

“I have something to share.”

He climbed onto her lap

She opened the well worn book

Its cover was black

She asked, “What was the first gift of Christmas?”

As she flipped through the pages

She knew where to look

And opened the book

To Chapter 2 in the account of St. Matthew

“In verse 10 we read

“The wise men brought

Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh.

Most valuable gifts indeed.”

He listened intently to her.

“But those weren’t the first.”

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