“Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmastime.” Laura Ingalls Wilder, Little House on the Prairie
December has arrived, the month full of festive promise. Christmas carols are playing in stores as shoppers, with masks firmly aligned on their faces, carefully maneuver around each other to maintain social distance. There is a recognition that our reality has changed over the past months and that events will continue to unfold around us.
Ambiguity is the word that comes to mind.
Whenever I think of the Christmas season, I recall the certainty that came when I believed that Santa would arrive on Christmas Eve, that I would receive presents, a scarf and mittens, books and crafts. One year a transistor radio appeared, which marked the ending of my “Santa years,” for I had discovered that carefully constructed suggestions beginning in September would produce the desired results. Again, there was a high likelihood of certainty.
As I contemplate Christmas 2020, without the cheery family gatherings and the warmth of get-togethers with friends, I begin to consider that perhaps uncertainty is a form of certainty. And within this framework of knowledge, resilience and gratitude take hold within our hearts. Yes, we can face the unknown with courage and even a measure of audacity.
Tomorrow is for tomorrow, but for tonight, I’ll be checking out the Victorian village and train under our Christmas tree.