Christmas 1996

You don’t really realize the full magnitude of holiday spirit until you find yourself with a room full of fourth graders, belting out “The Twelve Days of Christmas” at the top of your lungs. The moment was pure. The feeling was good.

I am their catechism teacher; a volunteer position I almost walked out on during a class-wide epidemic of Halloween sugar frenzy. If it were not for Don, I would have quit. But as with anything in life, the reward has been equal to the work.

Those of you who know me well, know my struggles with human nature. Are people inherently crappy, or does the basic goodness that we are born with prevail? I guess it depends on which eyes you are using, the adult set or the child’s.

I would like to believe there are angels among us... people who haven’t lost the goodness with which they were sent here. I know I have touched on this subject before, but this year the connection runs deeper. I became a mother.

When Abby was a newborn, she would laugh in her sleep. Current theory states that a baby cannot smile as a reaction until they are at least six weeks old. But on a handful of occasions, Abby smiled and laughed out loud in her sleep. This was as delightful as it was mystifying. “She’s talking with the angels.” my mom said. Talking with the angels, what a wonderful thought! If this is where we originate, then people are inherently good.

I thank God for giving us the power to make a difference in this world. I pray for the wisdom to realize this power, and the strength to act upon it.

Happy holidays!


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