Christmas shone so brightly with caroling and angels to light 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 the 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 carol or angel to lighten my way. There was no more joy in the world when they died that Christmas. They were the joys in my world, both 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. 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 wonder of Christmas again. At twenty-six years old, I was like a child and needed to see through someone else's eyes to find my way back home. Perhaps I was one of the fallen who had to surrender so very far away, before I caught a glimpse of light in the dark and cold that was a reflection of what lies within me. T'was the season to entrust my spirit to the silent night of the miraculous birth of love and joy. And a glorious star was all the light to heavenly peace.
What child is this?
"This, this is Christ the King, whom shepherds guard and angels sing. Praise, praise, and give Him laud, the Babe, the Son of Mary."
Causes Catherine Nagle Supports
Westwind Foster Family Agency, Christian Children's Fund, Compassion International, Make-A-Wish Foundation, Invisible Children, Save the Children