Dear Friends in the Lord, I wish you all a joyful Christmas and a spiritually profitable 2024. I will remember you in the celebration of the Holy Mass this Christmas and may the Prince of Peace bestow His peace on you, a peace that the world can’t give.
Sincerely in Christ, Fr. Sean
Prayer at the Crib
Lord Jesus, You left Your throne and glory in Heaven and came to earth to become a little baby, born in a stable and lay in a manger with no pillow for Your Sacred Head. The only heating on that cold winter’s night to help Mary keep You warm was the breath of the animals. The people in the Inn had no room for You.
You came to bring us joy, to lead us through the darkness of pain, failure, and even death itself. You are our light leading us through life. You offer us life that never ends. I want to welcome You into my heart as Mary and Joseph welcomed You on that first Christmas night. I love You, Lord Jesus and I know that You love me. I offer this prayer to our Heavenly Father through You, Infant Jesus, by the power of the Holy Spirit. Amen.
Infant Jesus, bless my family and the families of all whose paths I cross each day. Amen.
Infant Jesus, pray for all infants, those born and unborn. Amen.
Holy Mary, Virgin and Mother of Jesus, Pray for my mother and all mothers. Amen
St. Joseph, foster father of Jesus, pray for my father and all fathers. Amen.
Mary and Joseph, pray for all couples married in the Lord. Amen
A Christmas Love Story: The “M” in Christmas (Anon)
Each December, I vowed to make Christmas a calm and peaceful experience. I had cut back on nonessential obligations - extensive card writing, endless baking, decorating, and even overspending. Yet still, I found myself exhausted, unable to appreciate the precious family moments, and of course, the true meaning of Christmas.
My son, Nicholas, was in kindergarten that year. It was an exciting season for a six year old. For weeks, he'd been memorizing songs for his school's "Winter Pageant." I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd be working the night of the production. Unwilling to miss his shining moment, I spoke with his teacher. She assured me there'd be a dress rehearsal the morning of the presentation. All parents unable to attend that evening were welcome to come then. Fortunately, Nicholas seemed happy with the compromise. So, the morning of the dress rehearsal, I filed in ten minutes early, found a spot on the cafeteria floor and sat down. Around the room, I saw several other parents quietly scampering to their seats. As I waited, the students were led into the room. Each class, accompanied by their teacher, sat cross-legged on the floor. Then, each group, one by one, rose to perform their song.
Because the public school system had long stopped referring to the holiday as "Christmas," I didn't expect anything other than fun, commercial entertainment - songs of reindeer, Santa Claus, snowflakes and good cheer. So, when my son's class rose to sing, "Christmas Love," I was slightly taken aback by its bold title. Nicholas was aglow, as were all of his classmates, adorned in fuzzy mittens, red sweaters, and bright snow-caps upon their heads.
Those in my son’s grade in the front row- centre stage - held up large letters, one by one, to spell out the title of the song they would sing.
The first child held up C is for Christmas … the 2nd H is for Happy, and on and on until we noticed a small, quiet, girl in the front row holding the letter "M" upside down - totally unaware that her letter "M" appeared as a "W".
The audience of 1st through 6th graders snickered at the child’s one mistake. But she had no idea they were laughing at her, so she stood tall, proudly holding her "W".
Although many teachers tried to shush the children, the laughter continued until the last letter was raised, and we all saw it together. A hush came over the audience and eyes began to widen.
In that instant, we understood the reason we were there, why we celebrated the holiday in the first place, why even in the chaos, there was a purpose for our festivities.
For when the last letter was held high, the message read loud and clear: C H R I S T W A S L O V E
And, I believe, He was, is, and will be God’s love for us – He is Immanuel, God-with-us, present in His Holy Church, and uniquely so in the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass, until the end of the world! Jesus uses everything to get His Message across. Have you received it?
Nollaig Shonna Dhaoibh Go Leir!