Hope, peace, love, joy

The baby sits by the lighted tree, sleeping to the quiet sounds of “What Child Is This” playing in the background. Her soft and rosy cheek lays fat against her shoulder.

The boy looks with shiny eyes into the wreath of purple candles.  His dream of all five ablaze in concert is finally being recognized.  He holds his breath as he helps raise the match to the biggest candle, the white one, in the middle.

“We did it, Mom,” he says breathlessly.  “We lighted all the candles.”

And then snapped from his reverie, he jumps from his chair.  “Now I want to open my Christmas Eve present!”  He nearly knocks over his sister on the way to the tree, eyes locked on the chosen box.

But he pauses, one finger already beneath the folds of the wrapping, and looks back at his mom and the wreath at the table.

“Joy to the world,” he says.  And then he tears the paper away.

Christ candle

4 comments

1 Gossamer { 12.25.08 at 2:40 am }

Merry Christmas, Rachel. 😀

2 Gramps { 12.25.08 at 9:11 am }

That’s one special boy, imho.

3 Ginny { 12.25.08 at 9:13 am }

Joy to the world indeed. Thanks for doing your share to bring that joy.

4 Leeann { 12.25.08 at 10:48 am }

And just like that I dissolve into a soggy, sobbing mess. Merry Christmas, Bug!

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