Here at the O'Shea-Bouvier ranchero on the Dunes we're sorta quietly settled into some 'down time' after all wonderful traditional Reveillons festivities. . . added to it this year
Father Jon, from-college-circle of friends of my parents. . .in their 'hippy days' right thru to their Yuppie Days [daze] -- all still friends. Fr Jon is with us for a few days. So we celebrated Mass in the large family room with Tree all lit, and fireplace flames dancing gayly. . . it was a beautiful liturgy. . . . peaceful, loving, fun. . .something tho was missing from the days of crowds and the smells and bells and incense and all those very Catholic things. . . . .we sang the carols. . .and the youngest grandson age 4 carried Baby Jesus and put him in the manger "cuz there was no room for them in the Inn. . ." so we opened our home to Them.
Following the old tradition there was large lit candle in the front window shining out as sign there was room for Mary and Joseph with us. The youngest child went out on the veranda aka porch and knocked on the front door. . .he was carrying Baby Jesus. . we were all gather near the door to open it and welcome Him and lead "Them" in and Tim placed the little Lord Jesus in the manger for there was room for Him in the Inn of our home and hearts.
Then Mass and the telling of the Bethlehem [house of bread. . bakery!] Story and the angels and shepherds and kings. . . and then we were fed with The Bread of Life and drank from the Cup of Salvation. "God became like us that we might become like Him."
Then supper. . . .oh what a feast. . . .because of the granchildren we didnt wait for midnight. . .we began earlier so everyone could be quite awake.