When I think about Christmases past, I am reminded of one many years ago when Janet was a little girl. She had a brand-new dress made of some material she picked out herself. We invited several single ladies from our neighborhood over for dinner and opened presents on Christmas Eve. One of our friends who worked in the hospital with my husband brought home an abandoned baby boy from the pediatric ward that year so he would not have to spend the evening alone. After our special dinner we sat around the living room, singing Christmas songs and talking about the Christmas story. In the midst of it all, Janet plopped down onto the coffee table, as she often did, only this time, she sat down close to a candle. Before anyone could say anything, she had caught the puffy sleeve on her new dress on fire! One of the nurses quickly poured fruit punch all over her, rescuing Janet with only a slightly burned dress!
Afterward, we blew out all the candles and turned on the lamps instead, and continued singing “Silent Night, Holy Night” mindful that we were truly blessed—family, friends, safety and a Blessed Savior--who rescues all who are alone!
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