It was quite the weekend. In some ways, it seems as though there were more than a couple days present–in others, I sit here wondering where the days might have fled. I worked a bit, attempted (with very little success) to get a few things marked off my list; I participated in a technical rehearsal.
A highlight: the Annual Family Holiday Concert. A friend of my mum’s gave her their tickets; I served as “the guest.” We hobnobbed with The President’s Club, sipping hot cocoa and attempting to look as though we belonged. Since we didn’t, we sat in the last of the reserved seating–seven rows back. If you’re local I highly recommend. It’s worth the price of admission just to hear the Keith Stein Blue Thunder Marching Band in the Morrison Center. It was awesome! And if the sight of people of all ages and backgrounds, dressed in Christmas finery, clapping and chanting ‘Go-Fight-Win!’ doesn’t fill you with cheer, I’m not exactly sure what will.
Of course, we had our dilemmas. Mainly, they couldn’t find our tickets. At one point we were standing in the ticket office, while someone looked us up on the computer; my name showed up once, for a Mannheim Steamroller concert. Funny, I’ve been to the Morrison Center several times since that concert. Then it hit me–the tickets have all been gifts.
It reminds me of the short film I saw at the start of the weekend. For as long as I can remember, Christmas movies have been as much a part of the season as carols or stockings; and I’m somewhat cocky in my belief that I’ve seen every Christmas movie worth seeing. So imagine my surprise, when I finished Christmas in Connecticut, clicked to ‘Special Features,’ and found a short Christmas film I’d never before seen.
It’s called Star in the Night–a precious little tale about how easy it is to find blessings, to be a blessing, if only we look.
Being Monday and all, it seems a good time to have yourself a little break, non? So pour yourself a favorite beverage, grab your favorite treat, and watch a wee Christmas movie. Oh, and if you’re a gusher, don’t forget the Kleenex. I bawled like a baby. Granted, I cry at many a Christmas movie–Die Hard, included–but that is so beside the point.
You can click the image, above; the following link will also take you to the short film, Star in the Night.
With that, a week of blessings to you!