God bless us, every one.

Tomorrow Baby Jesus comes! As I child I felt the sacred joy of Christmas so strongly – Baby Jesus is coming to save us! I loved the idea of an infant coming to save the world. It just seemed so special and powerful to me, part of the magic of the season, a season of very warm cold, of peppermint, hope, colored sparklies, and warm snuggles. Oh yeah, and presents.

I tell you, when I finally realized he didn’t come to save the world, but only Christians, I was mighty disappointed. Oh well, better that than nothing, I guess. The rest of us will have to work it out on our own, apparently.

My feelings on Christmas eve are more mixed than usual today, as I found out this morning that a dear school pal died unexpectedly last night. So sad. The world is less one healer today. He was some special human. Good thing God is in charge and not me, or I would really be pissed off at myself today. Bless his bereaved family. The mystery of life and death continues.

LWIII