Every time I hear Stevie Wonder sing “Someday at Christmas,” the classic penned by Bryan Wells and Ron Miller, I get misty eyed at their hopes and dreams for a world where there are “no wars, when we have learned what Christmas is for,” and “…when we have found what life’s really worth, there’ll be peace on earth.”
“In everything, give thanks.” These four simple words from 1 Thessalonians 5:18 speak volumes, especially as we pause to give thanks for our blessings. This is National Family Week and as we celebrate Thanksgiving and the beginning of the official Christmas season, let’s begin at the beginning.
I am relieved that the news seems to be improving. Thankfully there are reports of fewer hospitalizations, widespread vaccinations, significant legislation being passed to help citizens who are suffering the lingering effects of the pandemic, schools reopening, and a return of some sense of normalcy.
“…And since we’ve no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!”
Styne & Cahn
If we had any doubts about what season we’re in, the last few days have surely put those thoughts to rest. The postcard that is my front yard is stunning and still, almost like the night before Christmas when “not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.”
This Thanksgiving I have more reasons than I can count to be thankful. I try to live triumphantly every day, but this year has been filled with a tad more adventure and activity than I would’ve ordered in a given year. As November began, I warned that I would be celebrating my birthday all month and that is still my intention though my official 65th birthday has come and gone.