|The pine cone wreath made by Laura|
Daddy made the creche and I laugh whenever I put the green branches on the back that are coded to fit into their holders. I never remember my dad without a project. One was painting and crimping little juice cans to make a "building set" of tubes for grandkids. And I know he must have made the little manger for Jesus. There's even a pile of miniature wooden logs that rest beside the stable. St. Joseph would surely have been busy making sure there was plenty of fuel to keep his family toasty warm.
|Daddy's crib with the manger waiting for Jesus|
|Neil's pineapple adds a Virginia touch|
As I enjoy all the signs of Christmas growing around me, I'll wrap myself in the lovely red prayer shawl my sister-in-law Katie made for me when I was recuperating from surgery in January 2014. That year, as I lay in the recliner with an immobile arm for weeks, I wouldn't let Larry take down the tree. We finally did the day before Ash Wednesday. I wonder how long I will hold tight to Christmas this year.
Among all these decorations, I will love putting out the Christmas quilt all of my siblings and I made for mom with squares decorated by each of our families as well as the crocheted snowflake afghan my friend Mildred surprised me with one Christmas. All of these treasures fill me with gratitude and what a grace that is as Christmas approaches with the greatest gift of all, the Savior of the World. These tokens of love are just a pale imitation of the love of Christ our King who came to save us. The gratitude they inspire is just a tiny reminder of how much gratitude we owe to Him.
Come, Lord Jesus, come!