According to the original significance, those eight maids represent the Beatitudes.
Now, don't get me wrong, I think it's important to remember Christ's sermon on the mount and emulate his teachings to be humble, meek, and pure, but I sort of covered that yesterday. So today I'm going to ponder something else.
This Christmas Season, I bought eggnog because my family enjoys it. I don't, but I do enjoy a glass of good cold milk. That milk, I know, comes to me because of the hard work of many people... some I'm acquainted with, others I've never met.
First, someone had to raise that cow, probably several someones. Then the cow had to be milked. The milk probably traveled to a factory were it could be pasteurized and bottled, then traveled to the store where it could be shelved. Also, a special someone very close to me had to earn money so I could go to the store and buy the milk. Add to that the several someones who had to own a store that was convenient to me, someones who worked at the cash register so I wouldn't have to wait too long in line, and of course the little someones who washed the dishes so I could pour myself a drink (wink, wink at my kids).
So as I ponder the eighth day, I think of all the "maids (and men) a-milking" during this holiday season to make it more festive and easier to celebrate.
THANK YOU FOR WORKING TO MAKE MY SEASON BRIGHT.
I write about, with, for, and around kids all day. (Well, maybe I do the dishes too. Sometimes.)