Christmas Eves Past

Bill Snodgrass

Merry Christmas!  A few thoughts on Christmas eve.
 

Editorial

     It is Christmas Eve, 2006, and I have just tucked my wife into bed.  The boys are older now--16 and 17--and are off to spend the night with other family so they can help Santa with the forthcoming duties.  Susan and I are a little sad with them out of the house, but the evening up until now has been shared with them--church, dinner, and exchanging gifts.

    Over the years, we have had many great Christmas Eves.  I remember when the boys were much smaller and cell phones were fairly new inventions--we sent them to bed with the number predialed and instructions to hit the green button to call us before they left their room when the awoke the next morning.  Susan and I wanted to be ready with the cameras to capture the moment of discovery!

   I am sure there was quite a different moment of discovery when shepherds recovered from the awe of the angles and heavenly host appearing, then made their way into Bethlehem to find the Christ child.  That first Christmas, so long ago, changed the world forever and humanity's relationship with God.

     For those members of The Sword Review who might drop in over the next day or so, I want to point you to a little something from the archives that we shared Christmas, 2005.  Enjoy!


A Christmas Collage

Terry Weide

Fiction
Inspirational

     It was Christmas Eve and it had begun to snow lightly. The sweet strains of “God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen” drifted on the still air, following a group of carolers as they started down 52nd street--a row of deteriorating brownstones.

     In one of these, a drunk and depressed Jim Keller sat on the edge of his bed, holding his head in his hands. Slowly, he reached down and picked up a crumpled piece of paper by his feet. For the tenth time, he reread the letter that had greeted him when he’d come home from work that afternoon. He’d expected Marcie, his pretty wife, to meet him with her usual “hello” kiss, but instead had been met only with the letter on the kitchen table.

Dear Jim:

You don’t know it, but for the past few months, Philip and I have been having an affair...

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