Thursday, December 13, 2018

Merry Christmas!

 
The Ring
 
(a “cloned” Christmas gift)
 
 
 
 
Spiritual perfection! A symbol representing a continuous circle of perpetual love represented by two interlocking hearts set ablaze with stunning blue-white diamond clarity. The quintessence of God! No beginning, no end. Always present. Pure! In its very essence: Perfect! In its simple concept: God! Symbolized!
Rotate a ring on any axis and generate a perfect sphere. Contained in that globe is the nature of concentrated love---which is…God! The goodness in each of us is ever-expanding. It is the capacity to transcend all that is not good in its various manifestations which tempt man into transgression; a victory over the impure in life with the cleansing of the soul through the Grace of the Holy Spirit. To give “love’ is to bestow the gift of God. The ring is a circle illustrating the continuum which is God, Who is Love.
May the days in your “ring” all be diamonds as you treasure Christmas Perfect!
Prayer: Dear Lord, Thank You for the gift of life bestowed through Your everlasting love for me. Faith! Family! Freedom! Will be my spoken credo. Through the Authority of the Father, The Blessing of Christ Jesus and the Grace of the Holy Spirit I shall triumph in the Kingdom’s eternity. Amen!
 
Merry Christmas!
Christmas Perfect!
(an excerpt)
 
Bapa watched intently, not seeing the little boy whom he had loved even before his birth, but a flash of his lifetime from a beautiful infant whom he had nurtured, to a young boy whom he had befriended, to the ball player he had instructed, to the child he had both mentored and learned from, but, rather, viewing a fine young man of independence, a strong individual with conviction of values and faith, one who was about to make one of the most profound choices of his young life. He had often wondered how he would pass the mantle of head of the family and who would don the cloak. He need not think of it any longer, the succession was happening right before his very eyes. Bapa took Nanny’s hand in his own.
“The king is dead!” he thought in silence; “Long live the king!” he whispered, aloud.
Nanny heard him and gave him an inquisitive glance; he was smiling, a tear in his eye.
It had not been a royal coronation filled with pageantry nor pomp and circumstance, but the regal transformation of power had been deftly accomplished. Bapa was well-pleased; plain and simple was always the best way of truly important issues and momentous occasions.
Z. Tyler took the pillow as he stood next to Mary Theresa and before the little girls and the entire assemblage. He peered at his grandfather and wondered how he had known; he winked at the wise old man whom he so dearly loved.
Bapa saluted his grandson, acknowledging his acquiescence, and, unknown to the boy at this time, his abdication of the throne. It would soon enough dawn on Z. Tyler. He stood as a natural leader of unequaled ability and was the obvious choice for such an important family position.
Z. Tyler laid the red satin pillow at his feet and bent his right knee to it. He looked into the eyes of the woman he loved, raised his left hand between their faces. On his little finger was Nanny’s diamond studded double-heart platinum ring which Bapa had just given her!
Mary Theresa gasped; Nanny’s mouth fell open as she quickly felt her hand wondering how the boy had gotten her ring. But, no! Her “clone”-gift was still on her finger where Bapa had placed it! She glanced at her husband who was smiling; he squeezed her hand.
As Z. Tyler knelt on his right knee, he gently took M-T’s left hand, placed the special ring on her finger and said, “Mary Theresa, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”
Her excited “Yes!” came with a rush of jubilant laughter, a smothering embrace and one long, passionate kiss.
The three little girls danced and laughed and hugged the engaged couple. Z. Tyler and Mary Theresa gathered the three girls as the five embraced and kissed.
Beth and Becky joined the melee with “Congratulations!” and even more displays of affection. Dad Graig and Uncle Alex shook Z. Tyler’s hand and hugged the future bride, Mary Theresa, each kissing a blushing cheek at the same time.
Mary Theresa said, bubbling with excitement, “Of course, we’ll want you girls to be in our wedding. And, Mom Beth and Aunt Becky, please say you’ll help with the planning.” Both were beaming as they nodded, tears of joy flowing down their cheeks.
Nanny hugged her boy and kissed his cheek, shedding an emotional tear of pride and joy, too.
Embracing the girl, she said, earnestly, “Welcome to our family, Mary Theresa!”
Bapa hugged the newly engaged girl; he shook Z. Tyler’s hand and the two embraced; the boy patted the old man’s shoulder.
“You knew.” he offered. It was as much a question as a statement.
His grandfather only smiled.
BaPa’s Treasures
December 25, 2005
 
Merry Christmas!
 
Dear Z. Tyler, Luvy, Lexli Lu and My Annie:
 
Some years ago we had the pleasure of taking a cruise in the Caribbean.
We had an inside cabin without portholes; with the interior lights off, it was totally dark.
At 6:30AM I awakened; I immediately dressed and went on deck. Somehow, I knew we were passing white sand islands, the blue water caressing the beach. I was right.
A bright sunrise glinted sparkles off the waves; small, uninhabited, palm-studded sands passed by our vessel. I had no way of knowing these jewels were there, but something pulled me on deck so that I should not miss this event.
When I find myself in the darkness of loneliness I experience when I am not with you, I know you are there and all I have to do is picture you in my mind. Instant happiness---four smiling angels that are the treasures of my journey in life. Each of you is like the other and the four of you are the pleasurable remembrances of Beth and Becky---an extension of the great times of their childhood which we experienced.
Each of you is unique---special, beautiful, intelligent, spiritual, humble, blessed and... good...good to the point of being saintly; more correctly, angelic! Like your Nanny.
Z. Tyler---my young man who, I confess, I sometimes still think of as my little boy. Handsome, strong of body, sterling of character, his own man. Yes, when I grow up: I wanna be just like you!
Lauren Victoria---L.V., Luvy-my elegant little princess, beautiful. So mature for your tender age. Kind, considerate, intelligent, sophisticated. And the best sister ever to Annie and Lexi and Rye-Rye. I should learn to love so innocently as you.
Alexandria Elizabeth--- Lexi-my angel-curly top-so independent, smart, beautiful, grown up. Your deep voice so pure, your personality  perfect. I am so glad to see you love your brother Rye-Rye and your sisters, Lauren and Annie.
Anna Marie-my Annie---Colorado-girl, for sure. Sweet, kind, intelligent and most---most... independent. You are your mother through and through---I thank God for that!
Each of you, so different, yet so alike. The seven treasures of my life---priceless!
We thank God for each of you; we thank each of you for loving us!
 
Merry Christmas!


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