The CHRISTIANS AND THE PAGANS...What is magic? :) Happy Holidays*****

Feliz Navidad, Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, Joyous Kwanzaa and Happy Holidays!

I deeply love my friends and family — especially those of you who sacrifice for others and I see how you help those who can’t defend themselves.
I constantly whisper good things and thoughts into the air for you especially when I see your acts of kindness in the ugly political realm.


I want you all to read this. Its a song by Dar Williams, and it's been one of my favorites for many years.

The song, itself is below if you'd like to hear it to music, but the words are more important.
I hope you enjoy it!




Amber called her uncle, said "We're up here for the holiday,

Jane and I were having Solstice, now we need a place to stay."

And her Christ-loving uncle watched his wife hang Mary on a tree,

He watched his son hang candy canes all made with red dye number three.

He told his niece, "It's Christmas Eve, I know our life is not your style,"

She said, "Christmas is like Solstice, and we miss you and its been awhile,"



So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
And just before the meal was served, hands were held and prayers were said,
Sending hope for peace on earth to all their gods and goddesses.



The food was great, the tree plugged in, the meal had gone without a hitch,

Till Timmy turned to Amber and said, "Is it true that you're a witch?"

His mom jumped up and said, "The pies are burning," and she hit the kitchen,

And it was Jane who spoke, she said, "It's true, your cousin's not a Christian,"

"But we love trees, we love the snow, the friends we have, the world we share,

And you find magic from your God, and we find magic everywhere."

So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
And where does magic come from? I think magic's in the learning,
'Cause now when Christians sit with Pagans only pumpkin pies are burning.


When Amber tried to do the dishes, her aunt said, "Really, no, don't bother."

Amber's uncle saw how Amber looked like Tim and like her father.

He thought about his brother, how they hadn't spoken in a year,

He thought he'd call him up and say, "It's Christmas and your daughter's here."

He thought of fathers, sons and brothers, saw his own son tug his sleeve, saying,

"Can I be a Pagan?" Dad said, "We'll discuss it when they leave."



So the Christians and the Pagans sat together at the table,
Finding faith and common ground the best that they were able,
Lighting trees in darkness, learning new ways from the old, and
Making sense of history and drawing warmth out of the cold.



Last Edited by Hellcat Maggie on 11/22/2012 06:57 AM