God Jul! It means Merry Christmas in Swedish, which I am..
That made me miss the folks more. I was bummed a few weeks after putting out the outdoor lights, and thinking of how lonely Christmas would be this year again without them.
For the past two Christmases, I could not listen to the CD recordings of the folk's singing and past Christmases recorded I compiled on a CD with favorite carols included on it. But, I played it many times this week, and laughed at the sound of my folks at Christmases past, and the love that came out of hearing them talk and sing again, just as if they were alive still. My mother is heard on a scratchy 78 recording singing a solo "O Come Unto Me" with the very same piano I inherited. She had a beautiful singing voice. Then there is a tape recording of the whole family at the piano singing "Silent Night" to our grandparents on the phone who couldn't come for Christmas in 1978 because of aging health.
I soon realized, I was fine. Grief is less and less. And, I am not sad this Christmas. I can go on!
But the nicest thing this year was inheriting the family manger scene.
Mom and Dad bought it in downtown Minneapolis at Daytons
department store in 1965. It has graced the bottom of all our Christmas
trees and moved wherever we lived across the country. It has a music box
in it that plays Silent Night. My favorite figurines in the manger
were always the sheep, donkey, cow and the angel proclaiming Gloria in Excelsis Deo!
Wed play for hours with it, trying not to break
anything, and re-creating the birth of Jesus, and all the people who
came to see him under the star in Bethlehem, which would be a large,
hot, C7 bulb on a branch above. Our manger became lost for several years
when we moved to Green Bay, tucked in a box somewhere in the the midst
of the others the movers had packed. My little brother, Jordan, decided
to build a new one based on his memory.
He ended up building three
larger sets so my siblings could all each have one like the original in
their own homes. I helped him glue the straw to the roofs. One
Christmas, while rummaging in the basement, Dad found the original
manger scene at last. It then returned to its traditional spot under the
tree. This year will be hard moving on without my folks at Christmas again but I am doing better than the last two.
But... I have the wonderful memory of their undying love and all the
Christmases past with the manger scene under my own tree this year.
Merry Christmas to you, and all!