Hand Written Letters and a Thunder Storm on Christmas Eve

I enjoy many of the traditions of Christmas. I’m especially fond of the ones that are focused on being with people I care about and doing a few no-strings- attached nice things for people I may not even know. The observance of the spiritual reason for Christmas is important and seems very natural to me.

I don’t understand the need for politically correct concerns during this special time of the year, but then again I have said Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas for as long as I can remember. I have no problem understanding that diversity is a human reality. I like the idea of a time of the year when Peace, Joy, Love and Happiness are the core themes.

I enjoy gifts. However, I am at a place in my life that I don’t need a lot of things to make me happy. And I don’t know about you, but I just have a hard time trying to figure out where to put more stuff. When people ask what I would like for Christmas, I often reply with, “A nice heart felt hand written letter would be nice”.  I am not sure why, but hand written letters seem to be hard to come by these days. I save each letter and consider them among my most treasured things.

I’ve had several great Christmas adventures this year and on the morning of Christmas Eve I had time to reflect. It was early and I was still in bed when I was awakened with a very loud boom of thunder; it was so close that it seemed to shake the house. I enjoy the sound of rain and thunder, so I lay there and listened to one boom after another, and as I listened I realized that I did not remember ever being in a thunder storm on Christmas Eve. I found myself reflecting on Christmases past as well as the experiences of the past few weeks, from my visits to Forest City with their million lights and then to Belmont NC for a train ride to Christmas Town. This was especially thrilling because the children were so very excited to be on the train with all the music, hot chocolate, happy elves and Santa. 

I also enjoyed my visit to the delightful little town of McAdenville, also known as Christmas Town USA. This title was affixed after a visit and national story by Charles Kuralt in 1980. It’s very pleasant and everyone greets you will Merry Christmas! 

I then recalled my visit to Old Salem where the Moravians shared their wonderful traditions and observations of Christmas.  I also remember my visit with family and friends to see the Nutcracker on its 123rd year to the day. It was a special night.   

I write this now because I realize just how much I love this time of the year, with hand written letters, early morning thunderstorms, new and old Christmas memories and a comforting dog that seems to listen with interest and understanding as I sometimes reflect aloud.