This was a hard year for our family. I think it was a hard
year for many Albertans. Heck, it was probably a hard year for most of
humanity.
Because of this, I was a little apprehensive about heading
into the holiday season. Being immersed in school work, I planned to wait until
December before hauling out the tree and accoutrements. I made it to November
29th before succumbing to my son’s big eyes, pleading for the tree to
go up and one more box of decorations to come out. Just one more box. Just one
more...
He’s smart. Last night I sat on the couch to study while the
tree sparkled cheerfully in the corner and I felt content and peaceful. Maybe Christmas
shouldn’t be postponed. Maybe Christmas is exactly what I need.
As I basked in the glow of the tree lights and reflected on my
life, I remembered all the angels who have helped our family this year. Not
winged seraphs dressed in white robes singing “Glory to God in the Highest”,
but angels dressed in regular clothes, quietly going about doing good.
We all need angels, especially in these hard times. Angels in
all shapes and sizes – mothers, fathers, children, friends, teachers,
volunteers, healthcare providers, emergency responders, neighbours, employers, and
strangers. They are you. They are me. Helping, sharing, loving, and spreading
peace and good will to all men.
If this is Christmas, I’m ready.
I wish you all a joyous – and angelic – Holiday Season.
