Magic: A Christmas Table Grace

As often, I share a table grace I wrote for this Christmas.

And, as usual, I will not end up offering this at the Christmas table.

If Christmas time isn’t a time that magic can be made, then when can it happen?

The magic of Christmas is a combination of two things.

As a ritual, one of the last big rituals we share, some of the magic of Christmas is time.   Christmas is a milestone, a marker in time, a moment when time collapses down and touches itself.  At Christmas, we experience not just this ritual, but also all the times we have made this ritual before, all the times we have heard the same music, seen the same decorations.

It is impossible to sit down to Christmas dinner without flashes of other Christmas dinners we have enjoyed at other times, in other places, and with other people.   Those flashes take us through childhood and adolescence, especially as we see those younger than we are enacting the same rituals that live in our memories.

Time past, yes, but also time future, as we celebrate birth and growth, the coming of the light one more time.

The other magic, of course, is the magic of opening hearts.

All the ritual of this darkest time of the year is set to loosen us up, to get us away from the everyday, to see and value the special and magical.

It turns out that the most magical thing we as humans know, the most magical thing we can know, is what is inside the other humans around us: the skills, the imagination, the care, the love.   We feel the spark of the divine in the possibilities that others make incarnate, feel the sense of something bigger and more encompassing, feel the power of hearts opening and connecting.

The spiral of time and the opening of hearts are are the core of the magic of Christmas.

The stories that opened our hearts, from the story of a child born in Bethlehem that has spread across the world for two millenia to the story of a miser written just over 160 years ago, these are just two of the stories we crave at Christmas.   We seek stories that affirm that when the power of time comes together with the power of an open & committed heart, magic can happen in the world.

As we sit at this table, sharing our time together and sharing the special things each of us bring, may we accept the gifts of this magical season.

We are here to open our hearts and mark the time it has taken for another orbit of our sun.  Here in the short, cold days of winter we affirm the possibility of magic, affirm the hope and power in the new birth of the sun.

The time called Chrismas is a time to come together to celebrate the magic of time and open hearts that makes all things new and possible.

Today, sharing this feast, we share our time, we share our love and and we share that magical hope.

Together.

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3 thoughts on “Magic: A Christmas Table Grace”

  1. Anyone who knows my history can guess what is happening.

    My sister wanted to help, so she peeled potatoes, with a knife. Thick skins.

    She then put them in the disposer, but rather than turning it on and feeding in the skins, a continuous process, she packed it full as if it were a batch process, and then left it for me to turn on.

    Too much pulp, not enough water, odd plumbing.

    I have been using snakes and drain cleaner, pulling cleanouts and traps, and the kitchen sink is still blocked up, an hour to dinner.

    People say that they want to help and then they make more and worse work for me.

    It’s a holiday tradition.

    One that this year, has left me covered with sewage and with a meal to finish cooking, sinkless.

    1. It’s Boxing Day morning and the kitchen sink is still plugged up, despite me using a long snake from two ends again this morning. I have shoveled and made breakfast, but my mother decided she would go to my brother’s house to open gifts even if it meant less control for her.

      I was sobbing yesterday evening when they wanted to open gifts, but ended up coming up and performing anyway. My mother was just sad she didn’t buy me the right thing, as she doesn’t shop much anymore and never shops with me.

      She just can’t get that as long as she buys for a servant, it won’t change.

      Well, my computer is broken bad, a corrupt user hive file, which happened when I was configuring a new computer for my sister, whose decided I had fixed her old computer one too many times in the last six years. I have work to do.

      But change and holiday?

      Not this year.

      Not this year.

  2. We were into the fifth day with the kitchen sink unusable when I finally got it fixed. It took a lot of work, with many chemicals and much plumbing, and with plenty of tolerating my father’s attempts to “help.”

    My computer is still broken, after losing a hive file (ntuser.dat) trying to get my sister’s disks running. That still takes mucho headbanging and rebooting,and no joy yet.

    So, this is Christmas?

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