Christmas is supposed to be a joyful season. A season of hope, of love and of joy. But every evening when I turn on the news I am reminded that in many ways, and for many people the world is not a peaceful place. My heart is heavy and sad with the news about the shooting in Connecticut, the ongoing war in Syria, the famine in Africa and the stories about so many families struggling to make ends meet every day.
Blogging about Christmas decorations seems so trivial and frivolous….
And yet Christmas is a time of hope…..
Christmas to me means celebrating and remembering the good times, the love and the friendship. Ever since I have lost my parents I have chosen to NOT be sad about missing them during these special days. I choose to remember them, to surround myself with special pieces that bring back good memories and to be grateful for having had them as my parents.
Like this very old and tattered angel chimes. It is the one that mesmerized me as a child. It is old, the copper is fading and the top angel is missing. But when I light the candles the angels still go round and round, striking the little bells and filling the room with their little tingling sound.
It is the sound of my youth and I love it. I have vivid memories about these chimes. About cleaning the copper every year and making them shine. About forever fiddling with the position of the bells because the angels didn’t ‘hit’ them. About that one year when we had slightly bigger or taller candles and the angels started spinning so hard that they flew off the chimes. About one or another sibling always coming in the room and starting to ‘complain’ about that awful noise and me in turn standing up to defend my little angels.
The past ten years or so the angels have lived with my sister. She gave them me so they could come live with me last year. I am so happy to have them in the house. And as my Love remembers them from his youth too, we both share in the joy that they bring us.
Blogging about these little angels will not change the world. Not blogging about these little angels will not change the world either.
All I can do is trying to make my little corner of the world a loving and peaceful place and praying for those who need peace and love in their lives.
So I have lit the four candles today and made the angels sing and with the sound of their bells I have send up my prayers and thoughts to those who need them.
May the angels be with you this Christmas season.