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Christmas Memory 1961
The Christmas tree is lit in the rectory. There is a glow of Jesus all over the church We are dressed in our Christmas finery. The little kids are up front, out-singing Mrs. McGill. I am one of the loudest and proudest Knowing the words to Joy to the World, my favorite carol. My mother is sitting in the front row with my brother who is two. I am pleased with myself, knowing I look darling in my Christmas dress. There are rows and rows of rickrack, and lace. It has a pinafore. In green and red. I am wearing my lacy socks, and I know everyone. The congregation is doing what so many others do on Christmas Eve. Celebrating Jesus, celebrating the JOY that HE brings to the world. I am resolute in my faith; there is nothing more important than this moment. Goodness and enthusiasm flood through my veins. I am invincible, I am convinced, I am His. I stare past the Christmas tree to the Jesus painting on the wall. He is standing at a door, wearing a stripe of purple. His hair is long, and He has the kindest face. I remember this day, when I was nine, and knew He had me. Every time I hear Joy to the World. It brings me back instantly to that church, that night, And Mrs. McGill who could not out-sing a determined nine –year-old girl.
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