Go beyond magic meaning only the supernatural. Think of enticing, marvelous, and a touch of heavenly. Along with worship those words when combined with meals give us cherished memories of Christmas tide. The Wedgeworth tradition was to have a full meal the night of the 24. Mother could be out of the kitchen on Christmas Day and time of eating left overs wasn’t a stress. By candlelight we ate eye of the round roast, mashed potatoes, green beans, hot rolls, and homemade ambrosia. Early that morning I sat next to Daddy as he wiped off a fresh coconut and used an ice pick and a hammmer to knock a hole in one of the eyes. Then he poured a stream of fresh coconut milk into a glass for my morning treat. The rest of the preparation was breaking the coconut and carefully lifting out pieces of white meat with the tip of a paring knife to grate. Then he peeled and sectioned naval oranges we had made to trip to the mouth of the river to buy the week before. Canned pineapple was acceptable to toss for the final ingredient. Properly chilled, ambrosia was the food of the gods.
As Smiths we added an extra meal to the month. Sometime in December each of the five of us got to invite a friend or a family to a celebrating meal. The group was varied. The five year old invited her dad’s secretary who was always wlcoming to her. The older son asked his car pool friend’s whole family. David invited a Mexican employee and his wife. Another son chose a favorite young teacher from Maryland. The children made place cards and chose dessert. One year we used Christmas cutters to shape seasonal donuts
Married,I kept the time of Christmas Eve meal; however tweaks happened. All of us went to Christmas Eve service and we usually managed to hear that some person was missing at that moment the family necessary to make a meal more than just food. Come join us! Worship was ended with a Silent Lord’s Supper on the 25. Five families came back to our house for several years with whatever leftovers they had to have a Holy Picnic to wrap up to the season. The final treat was eggnog mixed with ice cream, presented in a silver bowl, and dipped individually into punch cups. Cinnamon was optional. In the year ahead, meals await. Make them more than bread alone.
Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with them and they with me.
Revelation 3:20
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