small works in wool

Christmas is a season of wishes . . .

Wishing it would snow, or wouldn't. 

Wishing you didn't have to do so much work, 

 or wishing you could get everything done you'd like to do.

Wishing you were getting something wonderful, 

or wishing you had something perfect to give.

  
And on top of it all, 

always wishing to be with the ones you love.

We spent time watching a favorite Northern Exposure Christmas episode the other night, and I was reminded of how much I wish I could still turn on my TV and see things like Northern Exposure...

On this particular episode,  
Chris-in-the-Morning delivers a little holiday reflection
that I just love.  It perfectly sums up my  

Small Works Christmas wish 

for each of you. 

"It's an old legend, that on Christmas Eve at midnight, all the animals fall on their knees and speak -- praising the new born Jesus. 

"Back in the winter of '68, my Dad was doing a short term for D and D.  Mom was -- I'm not sure where Mom was.  Anyway, I was home alone on Christmas Eve and I stayed up late to see if my dog, Buddy, would talk.  He did -- at least I think he did.  I don't remember Buddy's exact words, but that's not important.  What matters is that a seven-year-old boy experienced his own personal epiphany.

"My point?  It's that Christmas reveals itself to each of us in a personal way -- be it secular or sacred.  Whatever Christmas is -- and it's many things to many people -- we all own a piece of it.  Kinda like Santa's bag, inside there's a gift for everyone.

"My Christmas wish for you tonight -- may your dog talk."

Whatever you wish for this holiday . . .

whether it be something lofty as world peace,

or practical as a new vacuum cleaner, 

my dear friends,
     

I hope you find it. 

In your heart or in your stocking.  

(Or maybe both.)