I’ve been casing about for a holiday topic for this blog – and coming up empty with my own
thoughts. So, here is a story from the author GK Chesterton which I found in a wonderful book “Spiritual Literacy. Reading the Sacred in Everyday Life” by Frederick and Mary Ann Brussat.
Chesterton is telling a story about how he learned the truth about Santa Claus as a child – and how he has come to think of it now as an adult.
“…. What we believed was that a certain benevolent (being) did give us those toys for nothing. And, as I say, I believe it still. I have merely extended the idea. Then I only wondered who put the toys in the stocking; now I wonder who put the stocking by the bed, and the bed in the room, and the room in the house, and the house on the planet, and the great planet in the void. Once I only thanked Santa Claus for a few dolls and crackers, now, I thank him for stars and street faces and wine and the great sea. Once I thought it delightful and astonishing to find a present so big that it only went halfway into the stocking. Now I am delighted and astonished every morning to find a present so big that it takes two stockings to hold it, and then leaves a great deal outside; it is the large and preposterous present of myself, as to the origin of which I can offer no suggestion except that Santa Claus gave it to me in a fit of peculiarly fantastic goodwill.”
May your stocking be filled generously and may you remain grateful for all that comes to you from benevolent invisible sources. Here are a few of my own words about this holiday season;
I stand like an island
in the stream of Christmases
that scroll on the screen of my mind.
I am the child who waits for Santa,
the teen who is too cool for it all,
the new mother who wants everything to be perfect,
the mother who watches the kids leave home,
The one who cries every Christmas eve
as the candles are lit one by one at church,
the one who welcomes new faces around the table,
and who misses the ones who are no longer there
but whose presence is palpable..
Now presents for Grandchildren lie under the small artificial tree.
I stare at the tree with ornaments tokening
this passage of time;
macaroni glued on a cardboard tree painted silver,’
“baby’s first ornament, ornaments made by a dear friend
over many years, photos of kids on Santa’s lap,
an isinglass candleholder from my Grandparent’s tree,
ornaments bought on several vacations.
All hang on the string of lighted memory
under the shiny star that has cast
such good luck on us all.