Jesus explains himself to a child
The Christmas story remains the same, but the way we observe it changes. When I was very young, my Aunt Lizzie lived in our home and each year she gave me a doll baby. I accepted her gift, but when I thought myself too old for a baby gift, I cried on receiving it. So on later years she gave me a harmonica (mouth organ) which pleased me.
This year our family celebrated Christmas by going to an Amish home for a feast. If I remember correctly there 22 of us. The youngest one was two years old, and the oldest one was ninety two years old I was the oldest one. The youngest one walked to me and asked for a “high five” by the way he positioned his hand. His name is Javier with the spanish J pronounced as the English H in “how”. He had visited me here at Greencroft Evergreen and we had an inteeresting time of exploration. He is in the long, slow process of discovering who he will be as he grows to be a man.
The surpise of the evening was the presence of my oldest grandson Kyle Spenser who came from his home in Waynesvoro, Pennsylvania. He came here to have lunch with me at Greencroft. I looked forward to that and hoped to show him my surroundings and slso where Joyce lives in Manor IV. Kyle came as planned, but his Dad had plans for him that required that he leave promptly. But in 92 years I have learned to deal with disappointment.
