We set up our tree on Saturday night.... it's the seventh Christmas we've observed.... and I have yet to feel anything besides sheer joy for the occasion.
At the hospital where I work, the nurses in my unit have an annual ornament exchange, and I have participated ever since I started working there. They put a price limit on the ornament of $10 (canadian ) so that nobody gets an ornament that's more valuable than anyone else. Anyway, I always go for the dainty pretty ornaments when I pick out something for my co-workers, usually things people would not buy for themselves. So I was kind of surprised when I saw a rather large box with my name on it. I was so curious about what was inside that I had to open it right away, and one of the other nurses called everyone in to watch me open the gift, as they had heard about what it was and wanted to see it too. The wrapping paper was ripped off (I did try to do it carefully but it was too slow-going and I was dying to see what it was) and there it was:
a music box in the shape of a wooden chest with a domed lid. There was folk art painted on the outside of teddy bears and "JOY" "NOEL" and other holiday motifs. I wound the mechanism a couple of times around, and slowly opened the box. On the inside of the lid was red fabric draped across at about mid-height fastened across with gold cording. There is a white teddy bear figurine in the centre turning around and around, and several other figurines of teddy bears dressed in skating attire moving back and forth. It is SO beautiful!! The music that tinkled out was "We Wish You a Merry Christmas". I was just so overwhelmed by its prettiness and the thoughtfulness of the person who gave it to me that tears began to stream down my face. I think what happened was that the full force of what I had missed (and by extension what my parents had missed, along with my brothers) over the 25 years of my childhood and young adulthood as a JW were crystalized in that moment of joy and gratitude and love for other people. My faith in the goodness of people has been restored over the past few Christmases, something that had been robbed from us by the Grinches in the WTS. Last year, the kindness of strangers touched us with two wonderful anonymous gifts: a huge basket full of Christmas goodies, and the complete fixings for a turkey dinner, as well as a money order for $100. To this day I have no idea where they came from, but again, I was overcome by the kindness of people whom we were taught to view with derision and scorn them as being unrighteous, wicked people deserving destruction. I have never felt more ashamed of the way I was as a JW, than in those moments when their goodness surely outshone my own.
I LOVE CHRISTMAS!!!
Merry Christmas to everyone
Love, Scully
It is not persecution for an informed person to expose a certain religion as being false. - WT 11/15/63