How Christmas Works

December 17, 2018

Add a tiny tree to a corner of our kitchen,  and I see a little better the nested nature of Creation.

Pair Lady Wisdom with my mother of blessed memory, and I see a little better how love flows.

Catch a fake tree in the sunshine, and I myself am caught by a quiet leap of joy.  L’chaim!

Bring my homemade manger scene to church to decorate a fellowship supper, and a friend notes that one of the camels is clearly a girl camel, because she has pearl earrings. I created these camels twenty-plus years ago and never realized I made them male and female. Now I see, and behold, it is good!

A Thanksgiving picture finally catches up with me and I see what I’ve been suspecting:  My granddaughter is lit up with life, and wants very much to speak, and is determined to find out how mouths make words!

Author: Phoebe Dishman

Phoebe H. Dishman was born and raised in Beaumont, Texas. She is a wife, mother, and grandmother. An essayist and poet, she teaches adult Sunday school, compiles a monthly prayer calendar, edits the Big Thicket Association quarterly bulletin, and keeps a keen eye and ear open for birds. View all posts by Phoebe Dishman