I couldn't resist the cliched practice of posting an image of the Nativity this Christmas. After all, we are celebrating Emmanuel, and His presence and brief time on earth changed the coarse of history unlike any other human being that ever lived.
My friends, God bless ALL of you: Your husbands and wives; sons and daughters; friends, pets, grandmas and grandpas! Those who live alone and those away from home. Don't forget the reason for the season.
You know, I think it was Tolkien who constructed the word "eucatastrophe" and applied it to the life and resurrection of Jesus Christ. Eucatastrophe is a word that means "good conclusion." Tolkien said that the birth of Jesus Christ was the eucatastrophe of the history of man, and that the Resurrection was the eucatastrophy of the Incarnation. This is so true. On Christmas we celebrate our eucatastrophe, when the Sovereign Lord of History - by dwelling among us - destroyed death and gave us life in Him. A conviction that mystics have written about and exemplified with courageous sacrifices time and time again.
Blessings upon you and those closes to you.
May Christ be born in you.
"When we were children we were grateful to those who filled our stockings at Christmas time. Why are we not grateful to God for filling our stockings with legs?" ~G.K. Chesterton