Further to our challenge to write (in Afrikaans) about the festive season, I’d like to reblog this beautiful piece by one of my favourite bloggers.
Shoes by the front door, a stone fireplace with stockings that looks sturdy enough to brace my shaky frame against.
I stand there half expecting myself to blurt out the words everyone keeps telling me not to say.
Because the words that pour out of the radio this time of year are, “let your heart be light” and as we know from last year, I’m a sucker for trying to figure out exactly what that means.
My eyes scan pages and pages of my textbooks for final exams and I’m trying to cram in all this information about how the first stars came to be. The authors tell me about what happened when they exploded, about all the light that came after.
I keep thinking about God and how His first words of creation were “let there be light” and I know there must be something to that.
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Tannie Frannie 
Moeite werd om te lees!. Daar is vir my die hele tyd n gemis na iets wat nie daar is nie. Hier is geen werklike kerstonele nie, geen Josef en Maria met Jesus in die krib, wyse manne of herders nie. Net kersbome met blinkers en kersvader wat te sien is. Wat n jammerte.
Kersfees 2015 het ek dieselfde gevoel gehad. Gelukkig dra mens die ware Kersfees in jou hart.
Dis presies hoe dit is.
Hierdie is ń baie goeie skrywe, my binnekant identifiseer met baie van wat sy sê.