I found it quite appropriate that the shortest and darkest day of the year ended with merriment and light courtesy of my two daughters. Tonight, on our way home from a last-minute trip to Target that was prompted by my oldest daughter’s faulty cell phone charger, my head was pounding, and my spirits were sagging. My daughters were chatting with one another, while the radio played Christmas carols, and I was preoccupied. As we drove along dark streets that were illuminated by brightly colored lights, something jolted me out of my trance.
The ‘something’ that ushered me back to reality was the sound of singing. It wasn’t a choir of angels per se, but it was the sound of my two angels putting a silly twist on the song, “Do Your Hear What I Hear?” As they sang in dramatic, high-pitched tones, they dissolved into giggles, as did I. When I suddenly burst into song along with them, matching their silliness lyric for lyric and note for note, they erupted into uproarious laughter.
We sang and laughed the rest of the way home, and as we pulled into our driveway, I thought to myself how these little moments with my daughters are gifts in and of themselves. It didn’t cost any money, and it wasn’t wrapped in brightly colored paper, but it was one of my favorite gifts of the season so far.
Just one thing each day. . .