The tastiest wine bore me not a drop

It was about 50 years ago when mom and dad announced one December afternoon they were going to town. This was rare because it left six little terrors at home with free will do to whatever they pleased.

Give or take a year, Dianne was five, I was seven. Donna was eight, Ben was nine, Gerald 11 and Laurie 12. I guess Laurie was left in charge although no one really paid any attention to her! Sorry, Laurie!

It was about as uneventful as one can imagine. We each did our own thing. I can’t remember what we did. Things were about to change, however.

In the yard came a truck. A visitor!

“It’s Uncle Dick [Luka],” someone yelled.

I don’t remember who it was but one of the brood got the bright idea to lock the doors and not let Uncle Dick inside.

“Not until you give us a Christmas present!” we howled from an open window, secretly hoping for a little Christmas magic.

Were we in for a surprise!

Of course, Uncle Dick didn’t have any presents but he did have something stashed in the truck. Off he went from the back door to the truck to return with six presents!

Just what in the world would an uncle have in his truck for six little kids!

Well, six bottles of wine, of course!

Uncle Dick was Number 1 in our books! Our very own wine! How cool was that? Coolest uncle ever!

Mom and dad eventually arrived home to see six bottles of wine on the kitchen table and six smiles from little kids as big as one could imagine.

There was no way those bottles of wine belonged to anyone else but the kids. Mom and dad were far too smart to fight this battle. Rather, they just waited for time to take its course. As the days and weeks went by, they simply disappeared. Maybe the older siblings got to taste the sweet nectar provided by Uncle Dick but I didn’t.

Still, I can’t think of a sweeter tasting wine! Ever!

Every family has Christmas memories they cherish. One time we made paper chains by using the women’s lingerie pages from the Eatons catalogue. It was a great idea until mom came home and – well – you can imagine what happened!

The warmth of the wood heater at the Luka grandparents house was second to none. There were over two dozen people in that tiny house but it never seemed crowded because it was full of festive cheer and love.

Grandpa always had a stick of Juicy Fruit gum for his grandchildren when we came no matter what the season. How fitting one of his grandchildren passed out Juicy Fruit gum at his funeral!

I lost my mom on Nov. 20 so it will be my first Christmas without her. I mourn her loss. I miss her very much. I weep as I write this.

But as a friend recently told me, “You have to make a new start without her in life!”

It is part of the inevitable cycle of life, one that God through His grace grants each of us. No matter what the circumstance, we must always believe that when we lose loved ones, God is there weeping with us every step of the way, as He wept when he lost His Son.

“For God so loved the world that He gave His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish but have eternal life.” [John 3:16]

“Behold I bring you news of great joy for all the people. Today a Saviour has been born to you.” [Luke 2:10]

Merry Christmas to all of you!

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