It has been four years since I quit my last church job and at this time of year I truly miss playing the wonderful, traditional carols on the king of instruments. I miss the organ light being the only light as the candle light is passed from one to another until the church is aglow as I played Silent Night. I am too old and my back can not hold out to attempt another church job, I am retired now. But I have traded it for a new tradition we began last year. My husband, son and grandson all played trumpet, my daughter played flute, I played piano, Megan and Phil delegated to jingle bells. We shall do it again tomorrow. All the traditional carols in our own little family band. As I reflect, I thank God my husband is here to play. Who knew less than a month after his retirement in July he would be diagnosed with cancer. My special wish for all of you would be that each of you have time this season with no pain, no problems, no stress just joy. I had a special moment of joy, which I shared in a post about what we would like on Christmas. Foggy brain, but I think that was the post. Rather than send you looking I will repeat it. My 5th grade grandson plays on a basketball team. They all put heart and soul into the game. They have Jason who is number one pick of the league and could win all by himself with zero team mates. But this past Sat. I was blessed to see my grandson make his first basket. But the real blessing was to watch a boy with crooked legs and knee pads make a basket. This child is constantly beet red with exertion from running back and forth. He has little upper body strenght. He has Cerebal Palsy. But that number one Jason child , threw the ball to Lander, who stood under the basket and made his first shot . I cried as it was such a special moment and gift from God.