Lost Holiday Ritual
For thirty years or more, my daughter and I had our own Christmas time ritual. Then one day, one year, I realized that we didn’t do it anymore.
We hadn’t decided to add a ritual. It came on its own. Nor did we consciously end it, yet it seems we have. Lost but not forgotten, for every year I remember this, not ahead of time, but after.
Just now, this morning I remembered the two beautiful stories we used to read aloud and cry as we read them and enjoy so much all the brotherhood that each story evoked.
That was our own homegrown ritual — to read two stories outloud, the same two stories. One is a long short story called A Christmas Memory by Truman Capote. The other is not a Christmas story. It is Two Brothers by William Faulkner. It is a story of such great love between an older brother, probably seventeen, who joins the army during World War II, and his younger brother who may be eight. The younger brother is not going to let his beloved brother go without him.
Love is a miracle, isn’t it?
What holiday rituals does your family follow that are probably just your own?
Godwriting is a blog by Gloria Wendroff and is about Gloria's daily life as the Godwriter of the Heavenletters project that is having a profound effect on the lives of people around the world.
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