The Wrong Lilies

The Wrong Lilies

Thursday, December 27, 2012


Oh, there are many kinds of Christmases, as we all very well know.  There are the Dickens Christmases, the cruise Christmases, the New England Christmases, the Western Christmases with sleighs, the New York Christmases with fabulous store windows and Radio City.  There are the religious Christmases with nativity scenes and choirs singing Handel’s Halleluiah Chorus.  And all the Christmases past that exist only in memory and perhaps never existed in any other way except our dreams.

And the shopping, oh, the shopping.  The fabulous German Christmas markets.

And some of us celebrate the Winter Solstice with Chinese food, or cruises or choose not to acknowledge the event at all, whether they call it Christmas or Hanukah or Quanza or any other name. 

But at the heart of it all, there is still a deep and human need for us to gather together, to drink and nibble, to hear the songs of the season, to light twinkling lights and candles to keep away the dark, to try to remember those in desperation because of the storms of life.  Our ways of celebration may have changed over the millennia, but our human needs have not.

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