Slowly but surely the joy of Christmas is taking hold. The wreaths are hung, twinkle lights strung, makeshift trees decorated with love.
The storm came roaring through our lives, tearing at our spirits breaking our hearts.
Nothing could have prepared us for the destruction, for the loss. Nothing could have braced us for all that was to come.
The world outside kept turning to a rhythm we know longer knew. We existed day to day, hour to hour, moment to moment, the idea of Christmas so far removed from where we shakily stood.
Slowly but surely the magic of Christmas is taking hold shining on faces, warming cold spaces, diminishing broken traces left by the storm.
Let it take hold. Let it grow stronger. Let it flow all around us.
The magic of Christmas. The message of hope. The promise of new life.
Let it grow.
© 2018 Jennifer Nelson Fenwick