The Christmas Story.

No, not THAT one.

Two nights before Christmas, keith and i were holed up in the house wrapping presents and generally freaking out about the state of things to come.
He had gotten up to go into the kitchen to fix another cup of coffee (i long night was ahead of us).
Suddenly the sound of Silent Night filled the house.
I stood.
He came out of the kitchen.
We both stared at Nana's little music box which sits in the library.
A room where neither of us were.

We had not touched it, or come anywhere near it.
But it had began to play.

We stood there, silent.
Both of us looking at the little box.
It is plastic organ, with angels sitting atop it.
And it needs to be wound.

And yet.
It played.
On its own.
maybe.

Without thinking, and at the same time, we both said.."Merry Christmas Mom"...and the music stopped.

Did she know what was in our hearts, without either of us telling the other how we felt that night?
I like to think so.
I like to think that it was her way of letting us know that as bad as we might feel right now, things will be better...
Her way of still being Mom, the one who wanted you to feel better and look at the bright side of things.

Hope that your Christmas was filled with Miracles..and Love..and Hope.