“A Full Heart” As the battery operated lights start to dim on the mantle and the Jesse tree; Life seems to rest on calm. It’s the day after Christmas, the last candle of advent has been lit, the presents are scattered about the room with no pretty wraps, ribbons or bows. There is hush over Bellevue Drive; And I want to linger here a little longer, hold tight to Jesus lying in the manger while Papa reads “The Greatest Gift”. Children’s laughter and smiles reflected on all the faces of the givers remain, and will be cherished forever. Moms, Mimi‘s, Nanas, and aunts all settle with a deep breath, and calm rest gently this morning after Christmas. There’s leftover pie, turkey and ham, so the day will be easy, slow and divine. I feel my heart being tugged in the direction up the stairs to my little prayer corner, and I submit. My heart is full ,and I just have to empty all the praises welling up inside me. Christmas day is past… And my heart is full Reflections of Christmases past by: Terr