Christmas shone as bright as white with caroling and angels that lit the way for toys, joys, and presents that were sure to come. However, that was before the darkest night covered the fluffy white snow to a bone chill and iciest Christmas of all. It was the winter of 1976. December 29 th to be exact. There was no warmth to comfort me, even from the fireplace. There was no carols or angels to light my way. There was no more joy in the world when they died that Christmas. They were the joys in my world, both, my Mother and husband. It was the worst time of the year for me. Christmas. How could I ever love Christmas again?
I helplessly watched them hold on to life until there was no longer any trace of warmth in them. The same bone-chilling ice outside the door, was in me too. I spent so many cold Christmases there-after. It would truly take a miracle to see the joy of Christmas once more. At twenty-six years old, I was like a child again and needed to see through someone's eyes to find my way back home.
My favorite Christmas was the year that I awakened to the wonder of it all. (T’was my soul where my Savior was born.) Even though, it took a lifetime to reach the true epiphany of Christmas, and the mystery for this glorious season to unveil our heritage. We are born to a King. He longs to reside in our hearts and give us every good thing that He promises. It is through our feelings of euphoria, love, peace, and joy; we can depend on to light our way. So it is ‘Christmas’ as truly the most wonderful time of the year to rejoice, for the Savior has come.
Perhaps I was one of the fallen who had to fall so very far away, before I could see the shiniest star in the darkest and coldest night of ‘One Christmas’. That I stay here a while longer in hope to keep it lit for others, before returning home myself.
No matter, how many years have passed since the Christmas of 1976. The true story of my Christmas awakening is my favorite year that continues to remind me every Christmas there-after when I came back to life again.
Truly, it was a lighted star who led me through the darkest night of Christmas - to glorify His wonders of the true gift of a new family - with caroling and angels, joys, toys, and presents too.
Causes Catherine Nagle Supports
Westwind Foster Family Agency, Christian Children's Fund, Compassion International, Make-A-Wish Foundation, Invisible Children, Save the Children