"At Christmas, we like to see things in their proper place. We unwrap the ancient legends and the oldest truths. We like our angels unchanged and our rituals familiar. We like the right faces around the table, the right carols to be sung, the promise this is how it's always been and will always be. Because that is Christmas- the one still point in a world forever turning.
|while they grow and change each year, I'm so thankful to have these faces as my Christmas constant|
Sometimes Christmas is not a still point. Snow melts away and the day doesn't offer up the peace that we'd imagined. But in the darkness, seeds awake, shoots unfurl toward the light. Fate might shake us, but our roots run deep, and we have love to water them. And so we bloom where we are planted, turning our faces toward the sun." Heidi Thomas