Tag: Christmas

Bread in the Land

Cradled babe in cattle’s buffet hay Your bed, but You the Bread for the hungry, the greedy, the underfed ‘Feed on Me,’ You did proclaim but love-starved scorn kept ones away to toil for crumbs another day To others the smell of fresh-baked Bread enticing and warm, too hard to resist gave new meaning to…

Celebrating Christmas

The day after our American Thanksgiving,[1] I climbed up into the attic and retrieved the stored Christmas tree parts and two boxes of tree decorations.  I am amazed at the tree.  I bought it 25 years ago because our granddaughter had asthma and we were concerned about having a “real” tree.  Hard to believe that it…