A Gift for All Time

My thoughts drifted as sleep beckoned. 

Stretched out on my couch, I contemplated 

these last three days of celebration ~ a gift larger than could be put in a box or bag. 

Too unwieldy to wrap in gold paper or the 

kind with snowmen on it. So the bow on it is the one in my memory. Grandchildren tearing open gifts with more toys, 

expressions of love from parents and family, playing with them for two seconds before going onto the next, while grandparents laugh, talk and admonish. Meanwhile the 

food spread on tables from this home to another, grazed on with groans of ‘I’m so full!’ 

while another bite of delicious fresh bread, pie 

or turkey disappears. Secular or religious, it is still a gift for all time.

“Each day provides its own gifts.”

~ Marcus Aurelius