“Bring a torch, Jeanette Isabella” a sixteenth century French Christmas carol and the kind of music I adore more than almost anything else. Just the tune conjures thoughts of gentle warmth and love for me.
It comes to me via the Internet, but it carries images of a young family; their own newborn sleeping quietly in his place nearby. His big sister, only a baby herself, coos and giggles in the background. His mother quietly plays the tune on the piano and his father carries it through on the guitar.
Gifts like this are ineffable and priceless, tiny moments that express the whole meaning of life without straining or striving, but simply by being; this is Christmas.
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