Often, for Christmas, one or another of our children gift us with flowers to brighten up the cold, frosty days. Four years ago, when Christmas became secondary with Ron's serious illnesses, periodic pots of bulbs to be coaxed into plants that flowered cheered us up for the months of his struggles. One year, a beautiful little spruce tree in a container, decorated with ornaments brightened our winter. (I tried to keep that one alive, but failed.) Other bouquets through the years have lent color to drab days. Even though Christmas comes in the dead of winter, it always heralds spring, as days begin to grow longer. More importantly, these bouquets are beautiful reminders of the birth of our Savior and the joy and hope he brings to all of us.
Often, for Christmas, one or another of our children gift us with flowers to brighten up the cold, frosty days. Four years ago, when Christmas became secondary with Ron's serious illnesses, periodic pots of bulbs to be coaxed into plants that flowered cheered us up for the months of his struggles. One year, a beautiful little spruce tree in a container, decorated with ornaments brightened our winter. (I tried to keep that one alive, but failed.) Other bouquets through the years have lent color to drab days. Even though Christmas comes in the dead of winter, it always heralds spring, as days begin to grow longer. More importantly, these bouquets are beautiful reminders of the birth of our Savior and the joy and hope he brings to all of us.
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