Letters Home: Section 1, Letter dated December 9

December 9
Katrina,



The snow has stopped and the animals have been viewing their redecorated homeland. The cows have remained in the barn while the horses have ventured out in the snow, running, lifting their hooves high as if they realize with each step the feeling of the cold snow upon their legs. One of the few birds that have remained during the winter months peaks out from his wooden home high on a pole, appearing to shake his head "no" at the thought of a morning flight from his warm abode before returning inside. And, me, I sit near a crackling fire in the warmth and security of The Oak, viewing the world from behind Father’s desk and through this old window.



Lisa and the rest of the house staff have been decorating for Christmas, shades of greens and reds, golds and silvers falling across the walls of The Oak while trees with red and white candy canes and ribbons and bows stand proudly in corners. Poinsettias wrapped with ribbons sit on top of tables and chests like honored guests and gifts wrapped in shiny paper sit beneath trees, their papers reflecting the twinkle of the firelight as if whispering to the flames the surprise wrapped within. Like Betsy and Mother, Lisa always makes certain that The Oak is decorated tastefully and with a wonderful sense of style.



Ceramic angels that sit in this room seem to smile a bit more brightly this time of year, stretching out their wings a bit wider as if each night they leave their molded form and take flight around the world to assist the snow, whispering words of truth, words of hope, and words of peace to all who will listen and to those who will not. Upon the wind they will glide, unseen forces of kindness with intentions of helping kindness to multiply, helping souls to become voices for those who cannot speak.



And voices some will become, speaking up for those who cannot speak for themselves, speaking out for those tormented by the demons of darkness; speaking loudly against wrongs committed in the world, those of great proportion effecting many and those that may seem so small but can cause perpetual consequences. The angels understand that voices must be raised against the darkness or the darkness shall overcome the light, little by little as one slate effects another. Alone or united with others, the angels will pass on their words of wisdom; and alone or united with others, voices will rise to give praise and protection to humanity, the heart of existence, and to protect nature, a partner in healing.



Sisters always,
Christina





This work is fictional. Any resemblance to actual situations or persons, living or dead, is coincidental and unintentional.