If you, like me, are used to family gatherings for Christmas–but most of your family, like mine, has either died off or moved far away–you can wind up feeling a little lonely. I don’t know what to do about that, other than to resort to the imagination.
And so this lovely house that you see in the Thomas Kinkade painting above is now my house, for the time being; and it’s open to all of you for a Christmas celebration–with carol-singing, some virtuoso on my new harpsichord, beer from the finest micro-breweries, and the best Christmas sermons and prayers that we can find on video. We have to celebrate: Jesus Christ is born!
We’ll play games, too.
So come on over! The gates of the imagination are always open. We’ll post your comments and your hymn requests–wouldn’t it be a blast, these next few days leading to Christmas Eve and Christmas Day, to hear from… well, everybody? Sharing Christmas cheer, greetings, and best wishes.
We’ll try to post a photo of our Christmas tree, after we put it up and trim it; but if our technology isn’t up to the challenge, there’s still the imagination.
And the real stuff of Christmas, the parts that really matter–we don’t have to imagine those, do we?
