It hit me.
I haven't shown you Christmas and the love our mother pours into her decorating. I haven't shown you the splendor of the ribbons, garland and tulle. I haven't shown you how our mother sets the tables and makes everything look as if we were living in a dream: the trees, the candles, the angles blowing their trumpets announcing the Savior is born.
I haven't shown the grandeur in the front hall adorned with deer, ribbons and berries. Every year it gets better. . .each room makes us feel as if we are royalty and nothing could be finer. Each year the love she has for her family completely inundates us.
I didn't introduced you to the fair maiden Miceala. I haven't told you how this lovely girl puts a smile on my Prince Matthew's face and how she is becoming quite a regular at all the family gathering.
I haven't shown you how great the Squire James looks this year as he has grown into a fine, respectable man.
I haven't shown you the magnificent gifts that were exchanged with simple love.
I failed to show you: how battles are won in this kingdom of plenty,
the pure love a growing boy has for his father,
the girl that is growing up into fine Lady,
and the new baby's first Christmas.