My 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.
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.
Alas, I am not musically inclined so only I can hear this in my head as it’s meant to be. Watch this video first, though. It will help. And I do apologize for getting this melody in your head. Once it gets in there, it is very, very hard to get out.
I remember it well
as if it were yesterday.
so much trouble from a right turn –
a right turn on a spring day.
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?
But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart – Luke 2:19
“Husband, husband are you awake?
I must tell you about my day.
Husband, are you listening?
Please, hear what I have to say.
Pretty much based on a true story. More or less.
Perhaps you have not heard the story of how Christmas almost was not.
All because two little girls who decided, Santa must be caught!
Now, I know what you might think – you might say, “There is no cause!
Why would someone want to try to catch Santa Claus?”
A different kind of Christmas this year.
Along with laughter, I’ll probably shed a tear.
I so wish that you were here,
And hope you are somewhere near –
To enjoy the celebration with us.
How I miss you – Mrs. Christmas!