When most people think Christmas, I believe their minds go to red and green. Mine has always gone to blue and white. Blue references the Ever Blessed Virgin Mother Mary and white, the purity of Jesus Christ. This is how I’ve always thought of it, anyway. Since I have spent nearly all my life in an apartment I loved putting up the tree with my family but we could never decorate outside. Eight years ago after I married and we got back from our honeymoon one of the first things I did was to ask Burk if I could buy a nativity scene for the house. I think he was a little startled given it was July, but he happily consented. And so began my epic quest for the Holy Family in all its 1970’s era plastic splendor. In the broiling heat of summer I found Mary, Joseph, the Baby Jesus, the donkey, the cow, the shepherd with his sheep, the three Wise Men AND the camel they rode in on! Plus the Star of Bethlehem of course. Last year after Mama died I realized I did not have an angel. She’s bigger than the rest of my set but then I began to wonder; maybe they are bigger than we are. Psalms 91:11 says:
For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.
When I plugged her in to see if she’d work my then three year old came up to her and kissed her reverently on the lips. It was one of the most moving things I’ve seen and I just happened to capture the moment. I hope when someone drives by our house and looks up the true meaning of Christmas shines though.