As part of our Christmas tradition…one to which we lovingly adhere…we celebrated our Christmas on Christmas Eve again this year.
The house is now silent…Deborah’s fast asleep…our children and grandchildren are no longer here…and I find myself awake..alone…with Christmas still echoing in my ears.
Echoes of Deborah baking cookies and putting them on display…echoes of our house awash in their wonderful bouquet.
Echoes of those moment we found ourselves pacing back-and-forth across the floor…waiting for our children and grandchildren to walk through our front door.
Echoes of the hugs received by each and everyone…realizing with each hug the giving has begun.
Echoes of opening presents as each person mapped out their own space…echoes of the smiles, the laughter and even some tears on each and every face.
Echoes of our grandchildren’s voices on a tape…ten years ago they made it…blending with their voices of today the moment that we played it.
Echoes of our family game…played each year religiously…two teams…the gals against the guys…with yours truly as emcee.
Echoes of our door prizes…they’re cheesy a fact that everybody knows…echoes of our pizzas…delivered by Domino’s.
Echoes of all of us sitting outside around the fire…echoes of our family that comfort and inspire.
Echoes of another Christmas Eve when time just seemed to fly…echoes of the hugs that lingered when it was time to say goodbye.
How blessed are those of us who hear the echoes…echoes we know will last…echoes made in the present that find a way to blend with echoes of the past.
Blessed to hear those echoes in our house as from room to room we roam…
blessed to realize it is these echoes that make our house…our home.
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