You know what makes me happy?
That there is candle wax on pages 59 and 60 of the hymnal.
That my ill son insisted on attending church on Christmas Eve because he wanted to hold a candle and sing Silent Night.
That, even though he slept through the entire service and had to be woken to hold his candle, and even though he never sings with us on Sunday mornings, I nevertheless heard his voice carrying loud and strong as we sang tonight.
That the women in the choir sang a beautiful descant as we held our candles in the air.
That a congregation not entirely comfortable with singing nevertheless filled the sanctuary with their voices on Christmas Eve.
That my husband was able to be with us almost as if our circumstances were not what they are.
That I never tire of the beauty of the moment.
Merry Christmas everyone.