A Dirty Sock Under The Christmas Tree

Reposting to remind myself to pray “Come, Lord Jesus” and to watch for him each day in the laughter of children, the beauty of Christmas decorations, deer outside my windows, God’s Coincidences like a toddler dropping a dirty sock under the tree and so many large and small reminders of the love of God, Jesus.

Laughter: Carbonated Grace

The Beginning of my annual Advent reruns of Christmas posts.
My mother always made Christmas extraordinary, even when money was in short supply. She polished and decorated every square inch of our apartment. The presents may not have cost a lot, but they were wrapped beautifully. There was a constant flow of guests, often widows without family near-by or young families without parents and grandparents around. There were special treats to eat, but also even the plain old potted meat sandwiches were trimmed and cut into triangles with parsley sprigs around them on silver trays.

When my father died and she passed the Christmas torch to me, I tried to do the same. And I added being active at church in teaching classes and organizing Christmas pageants. My five children and I even spent weeks happily making presents for all their teachers and for all my students. I never thought…

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About Eileen

Mother of five, grandmother of nine, great-grandmother of four. 1955 -1959 Rice University in Houston, TX. Taught primary grades; Was Associate Post Director of Religious Education at Ft. Campbell, KY; Consultant on the Myers/Briggs Type Indicator, Was married for 60 years to an Architect in Middle Tennessee.

Posted on November 30, 2019, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. PS- This is definitely something my 92 year old mother would say to me at Christmas. She has an amazing knack for finding the dirty socks……

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