Our family, all eight of us, is spending Christmas week in Florida.
Before flying here, we gathered with the Hershey family, all 41 able to be present, at my sister Sue’s farm in Pennsylvania.
My mother, almost age 89, was the center of our attention as my sister Linda presented a special gift to her — an exquisitely crafted and reconstructed quilt originally made by my great-grandmother Snyder for my father in 1937.
My mother had placed it in a cedar chest years ago, thinking it was dry from being washed and hung on the line. When she next wanted to use it, she discovered mold in the very center of the quilt.
Ruined forever, it seemed.
But my sister Linda had other ideas. She heard the heartbreak in Mother’s voice when she described how guilty she felt for not taking enough care of an object that could never be replaced. Linda took the damaged quilt to her own house and pondered the loss in her heart.
Years later, she found a gifted friend who not only had the skills, but also the empathy, to understand this type of tragedy.
Sisters Linda and Doris sang Amy Grant’s song “Heirloom” as they gave Mother her new quilt, with the moldy place replaced by new quilting and new backing.
The picture above is my Christmas card to my readers. Behind the sisters you can see the Holy Family. We never give gifts at Christmas without re-reading the miraculous story in Luke 2: 1-20.
This year the angels at the Hershey Christmas party seemed to sing even more sweetly than usual.
Nothing we later enjoyed at the Magic Kingdom was more magical than the quilt redeemed and transformed by love — and the family that celebrated faith in the miracle of Christmas itself, together.
Do you have any Christmas (or Hannukah, Solstice, Kwanzaa) miracle stories? We would love to read them! Please leave your comment below.