A Christmas Thought…

Patrick Jones

The past week, I have been working on the sequel to “The Wolf’s Moon” and “The River.”

Working on the new book, I almost forgot that it is Christmas time!

Maybe it’s because it has been so warm.  There hasn’t been any snow and the cold spells have been brief.

Regardless, there is so much in my private life to be thankful for.

The last three years have been tough but through it all, my wife stood by my side.   My family and friends were all there for me in prayer and presence helping me through to this season.

Christmas is a time (for me at least) to say that it is a time to forgive, and remember the reason we have Christmas.

Not everyone believes in Christ and that’s okay.  They don’t have to but I hope they celebrate the time of family.

I ask that all look into the eyes of a child and think about them.

Not every child will have presents under a tree – if they even have a tree.  That is why I so endorse the Toys for Tots by the USMC – Reserve.  There are so many other organizations that collect toys, clothes and food.

Please become a part of that.

Even if you are living in another country, find where you can help people not as lucky.

Then you too can stand and say “Semper Fidelis” – Always Faithful.

You may not believe in God, but why chance it…just in case…

Thanks for your friendship and prayers!

Merry Christmas!  – Pat

Nativity

Christmas: A Reflection

Patrick Jones, author of The Wolf's Moon Book 1 The Linden Chronicles and Family

Christmas’s are a time to rejoice.

The last several Christmas’s I saw a great deal to lament.

Chuck, a friend who I valued as a brother, went to God’s keeping a cold Christmas morning.

The following year, Bill was assigned to help guard the streets of Heaven with his newest commanding officer – Saint Michael.

This year, my younger brother went to coach all the children who left us but for their shining smiles.  In Heaven, you never lose a soccer game.  If need be, Tim will change the rules.  He never was a man to disappoint a child.

As for me, many things turned my head from the dark to see light of the Christmas season.

My wife is always excited about Christmas.  She passed that excitement on to our son and daughter, and on to our four wonderful grandsons as well as our one and only beautiful grand-daughter.

The light of Christmas does not just radiate from the eyes of children waiting for Santa.

No, that light emanates from all people who wish to project the love to another person.

One day, what now seems a hundred years ago and only like yesterday, my son asked if I ever had a hero growing up.  Sadly, I never did.

Now I can honestly say, I have a great many hero’s.  They are called my family.