When Traditions Seem Far Away
by Ann Lyter Thomas
By wisdom a house is built, and by understanding it is established; and by knowledge the rooms are filled with all precious and pleasant riches.
Twenty eight years ago this month, I was suffering some minor holiday blues. Christmas has always been really important to me, just like my dad taught me. St. Louis had freezing rain and I had a small apartment with nowhere to dry a Christmas tree and all the trees were covered with ice. Consequently I could not have a Christmas tree. Being in an undecorated apartment, and facing my first round of law school finals, I was feeling very blue. And then one day I walked into my apartment and my silk Ficus was drooping under the weight of Christmas lights and Christmas ornaments. My boyfriend had somehow gotten into my apartment and decorated it for me. That sealed the deal for me. I will never forget that tree or his thoughtfulness. Unfortunately, the Ficus never recovered.
Prayer: God where your presence of compassion, kindness and love are, that is home. May we all be home for Christmas. Amen.