December's gifts--custom, ceremony, celebration, and consecrations--come to us wrapped up not in tissue and ribbons but in cherished memories. This is the month of miracles: the oil that burns for eight days, the royal son born in a stable, the inexplicable return of Light on the longest, darkest night of the year, the courage of the ancestors with a sip from the cup of unity. Let the darkness shed new Light as you rediscover old-fashioned reasons for a heartfelt season of comfort and joy, however, you choose to observe it.
So this is my Yuletide wish for all of us: that behind the toys, tinsel, carols, cards, and convivial chaos, there will come a moment of quiet reflection, contentment and peace. That it may be truly said of each of us--that we knew how to keep Christmas and honor our heritage holidays with grateful and generous hearts if any woman does.
So hallowed Solstice! May the Divine Light shine brightly on you in the season of winter.
Hanukkah Sameach!
Merry Christmas!
And for our friends that observe Kwanza--Habari gani? Umoja!
Blessings to you and yours. May peace and plenty always fill your stocking.
Dearest love,
Sarah Ban Breathnach