Holiday spirit sometimes comes in the most unexpected
of ways. Through my years I have run the
gamut of high spirits to bah humbug, and although I can usually muster enough
spirit at the appropriate times, I have decided that, spirit, like a family
heirloom, must be passed to the younger generations where the smoldering embers
of spirit can be coaxed into full blown flames and held in trust for future
generations.
This year, somewhat satisfied with my own spirit
level, I encountered a younger version of myself, bursting with Christmas
spirit as I entered my son’s home for a Christmas feast. Not only had he and his wife fully decorated
for Christmas, but they were so happy and eager to have us over to share their
spirit with us. I feel confident now, that
they will pass on enough spirit to their offspring at the appropriate
time. As to the subject of
grandchildren, I have only one thing to say to the happy couple, “Let’s get
busy, I’m not getting any younger now, am I?”
I purchased this Nativity Scene, which now belongs to Kristen and Anthony in 1991, from Sears for $9.99. It came so inexpensively, because the Baby Jesus was missing. Over the years, I bought a Baby Jesus figure, Chris' aunt Kaye bought one and finally we ended up with the current one which seems to fit nicely into the scene.
