Sensational Christmas Miracles
Until I had my miracle girl, Jaimie, I went crazy trying to make Christmas perfect. I spent days baking goodies, doing up the tree, preparing the house in festive decorations, then even more hours creating a delectable feast. It was stressful, exhausting and I never really got to enjoy all the fun going on in the next room. After I had Jaimie, though, those days and hours of creating perfection disappeared.
Jaimie didn’t like flashing lights or brightly colored decorations or a big tree sitting in the middle of our living room. She couldn’t handle the noise, the smells or the changes to the usual routine. And it took her many days after the big day to get over it. In fact, if we didn’t put our tree away the day after Christmas, she’d continue having sensory meltdowns until it was put away. And Santa? Forget about it. Even mentioning his name caused her distress. It was heartbreaking.
All I wanted to do was make the holidays perfect for my child, but her little body couldn’t handle anything about it. Then one Christmas, Jaimie reminded me in her own special way why we actually celebrate this glorious day.
When I was young, my grandfather hung a beautiful brass bell up on his mantle, right beside our stockings. It had a thick woven golden rope tied into a sparkly tassel on the end. There were three angels on its body: their wings spread wide, each holding a harp at her waist. The best part was winding the music key and hearing “Silent Night”. It played fast at first then gradually slowed down until the winding key stopped. The golden flames of the fire glowing from the fireplace waved across the angels making it appear they danced in time to the music. I rewound it over and over until my grandfather said, “Make that the last one, Dumplin’. Or you’ll tire ‘em out before Christmas Day.”
After my grandfather passed away, I was given the precious bell. I hadn’t brought it out before because music of that pitch seemed to bother Jaimie. Since she’d been doing well with her auditory therapy that year, I decided to introduce it to her. As I unwrapped it from the bubble wrap, she was immediately entranced.
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