Every year when it arrives we rush to put on our Christmas sweaters
Sit down in front of the fireplace and read their Holiday letter.
In this age of social media, when each day our senses are assailed…
It’s wonderful to slow our pace a little and read their letter received in the mail.
Their letter outlines the year they’ve had…there on the paper for us to see
The highs and lows, but mostly highs, of our good friends and their family.
In what ways were they blessed this year…what set their world aglow…
How their family has grown and what has changed from a mere 12 months ago.
The traveling they’ve done, the places they’ve seen, the what, how, why and who…
What their children have been doing…and, of course, their grandchildren too.
We love reading about their adventures…how their lives all intertwine…
But what we love most about their letter…is what we read between the lines.
The sentiment is lovely, and while reading, we are thoroughly engaged…
We wonder at how the words stay fixed upon the paper
but the love flows off the page.
For part of the beauty of their letter is the beauty we cannot see…
How the love that went into the writing…floats out onto Deborah and me.
That’s why we can’t wait for their letter to arrive each year
because for a moment our lives are intertwined….
as we sit down in front of the fireplace…
and read between the lines.
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