The Fishing Line

If only we could close our eyes, and imagine those beautiful, Angels of all colors holding hands around the Earth. 

For those who have given up on finding a Nintendo Wii, and can’t quite afford a 65-inch plasma TV, it’s still possible to give a meaningful gift at Christmas.

As I reflect on this past year, I feel blessed in several ways. The pandemic has changed my life, as it has others, but two changes made for a new, better life. 

Years ago, I was a radio missionary on a tiny island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, in a region known as Micronesia.

The tree sparkled like the snow outside. Each light, each ornament, each pine needle glistened in the fireplace light. A sense of giving and cheer was in the air.

Santa, dear, are you ready for Christmas, as it will be different from last year?

There are so many houses, Adorned with Christmas lights – They scarcely help to guide us, Through our busy holiday nights.

A few years ago, a very young, aggressive, but lonely entrepreneur was staying in Alaska to follow up on a business venture.

Inky roamed and rested among the barrels and bins of Equalville's General Store and there did give generously, to all, of his purrs and presses.

I had been working in the summer as a piano player at the Princeton Hotel, in Avalon, since the late 60s. When the hotel added the Franny Green Banjo Room, in 1975, I joined with Franny’s band.

It was the night before Christmas and all through the town. People were wearing masks, schools going remote shutting down. 

There must be moonbeams over the ocean tonight. The clouded sky conceals their dazzle, saving the brilliance of their beauty.

There's no doubt that a baby's first Christmas is memorable to Mom and Dad, Grandmom and Grandpop, and perhaps siblings if there are any; but Christmas memories don't form in the tiny memory bank for a year or two after that premier day.

Michael Rachubinski, 13, Luke Rachubinski, 12, and Grace Rachubinski, 9, summer residents of North Wildwood, visit Hereford Inlet Lighthouse, in North Wildwood, and Woodland Village, in Clermont.  

This is the nativity scene in my kitchen bay window (snow outside), which my husband and I bought when we were first married 54 years ago.

I asked my daughter, Johanna, to tell me her favorite part of Christmas. She said her favorite part is decorating with her mommy and daddy.

My Christmas wish is that everyone has the best possible holiday season. God bless America and HO trains. 

Growing up in Cape May, I never had a white Christmas. The ocean wouldn’t allow it. When it did snow, it was never in December.