Star of Wonder

    It was late afternoon, that time in winter when darkness comes early. Snow was falling in giant flakes as Whitney and I headed home after a wonderful time of Christmas shopping.

     I quickened my pace and explained that we must hurry home to get dinner started. But when I glanced down, I realized that Whitney had not even heard me. She had stopped and was silently transfixed by a glorious nativity scene in the shop window. We had stopped there earlier in the day, but now the streets were quiet and I could see that she was alone in thought.

     There was a peaceful, holiness about the moment. Whitney's face was full of light, and for a few moments, I too, became a child through her eyes as we both stood in awe under the "Star of Wonder".