Chan and Chan are home.
Upon arriving, they both humoured me by arranging the lights on the trees.
Dr Chan even anticipated my whims by producing not one, but two extension cords from his suitcase containing, my kitchen.
Summer Chan, all grown up and taller than me, states, Mom, this Christmas, you’ve really gone mad.
Zen stops by. Merry Christmas, Babe! She says. Here, you get to practise green fingers.. Don’t over water it, or fuss too much. If it dies, doesn’t matter, Christmas will be over by then… She comforts, comforts me.
Fact: I have no talent in the caring of plants.
But hey, I’ve found a place for the angel!
And while everyone slept in the following morning, I stared at my floral arrangement, conjuring up something for the front door.
Dr Chan’s last words before succumbing to jet lag were- Is it really necessary to get something else for the front door? Don’t you have enough things hanging around already?
At the florist there were bundles of lilac calling out to me. There were died fruit and cinnamon sticks… What can be more enjoyable than attempting something new each Christmas?
The lilac and dried fruit, and eucalyptus and fir, thus came home with me.
Beautiful Tammy! The sweetest person ever, texted. Next time come dress our home!
I wish I could freeze time just this once. It’s not something I’d ordinarily wish for. But my family is home, the home is filled with Christmas, and smells divine.
The Bible says, Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, nor boast. It is not proud. It is not easily angered. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres…
I’m not sure if I am capable of loving this way. Many times, I can’t get pass the first sentence. But God? I get it now especially because of the way he is.
In 2015, a difficult, debilitating year, Love lifted me.