When families paint memories together…uniting from far and wide…
We realize something wonderful is happening…before the paint has dried…
We are born with paint and brush in hand and as we slowly find our way
we begin painting our own memories a little every day…
At first we’re painting on our own…then from our parents lap.
As we grow some paintings are ours and ours alone…sometimes they overlap
with people, other painters, we meet along the way
and our colors become more vibrant…create a more beautiful array.
We are happy to paint our portraits alone as we walk under the stars
and glad to add our paint to others and have them add their paint to ours…
Through the years we find with some people…that our colors blend so perfectly…
That what we paint together is so beautiful…
and we call them family.
Yesterday our family painted Christmas memories upon our canvas…
Some bright and distinctive…some more faint…
People laughing, running, playing, hugging…
brushes painting as fast as they could paint
And as we said goodbye to one another…
each treasuring our own memories
I thought how there is a wonder in Christmas that is shared by families.
We can’t wait for them to arrive at our door…
to look them in the eye,
we cherish the memories we’re painting…
and we don’t want to say goodbye.
And isn’t that how life should be…
painting fleeting moments together…side by side…
and looking forward to the next moment…
before the paint has dried.
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