Poor Clares do not decorate for Christmas until the very last minute, or just about! On Saturday, the novitiate went out with wheel barrows, clippers and saws to cut our evergreens for Decorating Day, the eve of Christmas Eve. Tomorrow we head out again to collect holly berries. Meanwhile, we continue to meditate on our Blessed Lady and her Holy Child:
Better is she than the freshly fallen snow
That for all its whiteness is flaky cold
Lovelier far than the fragrant lily bloom
Whose pure petals blight and brown too soon.
Beyond even linen fuller bleached and pressed
That shrinks and wrinkles at the least caress,
She is most like milk, warm from the breast,
Strongly smooth as ivory, yet sweet and mild,
Purest good for press of a precious child.
Blessed Christmas to all!