Christmas Eve. Silent Night.
The words to the age-old Christmas carol come so easily to mind.
Silent night, holy night. All is calm. All is bright.
It IS a silent night here in Mama’s Empty Nest. Only Papa and I are here.
No grandchildren under the age of 5 run to and fro, happily shouting and playing and not wanting to settle down to sleep because of the excitement of Santa Claus’ arrival.
None of our offspring here playing games, raiding the fridge and snacks in the pantry.
Oldest daughter and son-in-love are in their home down south heeding travel restrictions.
Nurse middle daughter works her shift at her busy hospital. Oldest grandchild is spending the holiday with her father’s family.
Son and daughter-in-love with our two other grandchildren are nestled down in their own home many miles from us in the state next door.
All is calm in Mama’s Empty Nest. All is bright as Christmas lights shine brilliantly outside our country home and our Christmas tree dazzles in the darkened living room.
It’s just another silent night. Or is it? Not for us. It’s a night to remember and reflect on another silent night over 2000 years ago. A night when a Savior was born into this world.
If your night seems too silent this Christmas Eve, watch and listen to this video. May you find joy somewhere in your silent night.
“I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all. And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent., For this is still the time God chooses.” ~ Taylor Caldwell