The birth of the Christ Child
A beautiful event.
I went to midnight mass, just as we had last year
The choir was awful… it was so bad I started to laugh silently, my head down (most appropriate)
Everyone thought I was crying because you weren’t there.
Someone even patted my shoulder.
That made me laugh harder…
(the need to snort was unbearable: but I managed to refrain)
I heard you laugh with me…
My mind flashed with a distinct picture of that glitter of “trouble” in your eyes.
I heard your voice saying “Oh God, make them stop!”
I prayed for Joy.
God gave me laughter.
I needed that.