Over the Thanksgiving weekend I watched a Hallmark Christmas program. It’s been years since I have seen one and I had expectations. Which were not met. It went like this:
The angst and turmoil resolved at the end of the story, the large family sat around a beautiful table laden with silver and crystal, red, blue and green decorations, food of an American Christmas tradition. Before the meal the patriarch of the family spoke of the essence of what Christmas is really all about – family gatherings, good food, fireplaces, mistletoe, beautifully decorated trees, gifts, music and love and peace all around. His holding forth went on for four or five minutes wrapping us all up in words meant to be most profound.
But funny thing – the patriarch mentioned nothing about the birth of a child oh so many years ago. Or a star in the sky, a manger, shepherds, wise men, Mary and Joseph. Not a single, solitary, word.
And so I guess the lesson is, things change. Time and progress wait for no man, woman or child.
The traditional gingerbread white house changed this year too. The “new look” is just about as ugly as Christmas without the Christ child. And that is just my humble opinion.
Gingerbread White House 2014.
Gingerbread White House 2015.
Pictures H/T – Michelle Obama’s Mirror – Obama’s Winter Holiday In Amerika: “Merry Safe-Place”