Christmas Eve at the Mountain

Erica Fleischman Roethel offers a glance into her family's tradition of celebrating Christmas Eve at the Mountain

It is with sweet anticipation each December 24 that my family and I prepare for our favorite trip of the year to the Mountain.    

Recalling Christmas Eve 2012, I can still remember how my senses were awakened that night beginning with the drive from home to West Clarksville. It began with the abundant snowfall that made our drive to the Mountain unique that night.   Making the turn off County Route 1, the snow-packed roads led us on our way with a quiet stillness as we drove along what is usually a ride full of sounds of the car bumping over rocks and potholes. The packed snow created a soft, almost gliding effect.  In the twilight I noticed the snowy powder that hung like frosting on the evergreen trees taking my breath away.

As we made our way past the House of Peace with its welcome glow, we made the final climb to Holy Peace Chapel, where the warmth of light drew us in. As we entered into this place that has become so dear to me over the years, this place where all are welcome, we were greeted by the lovely sight and fragrance of fresh-cut evergreen boughs laid lovingly throughout the chapel.  A sea of friendly faces, including our beloved Mountain friars, basked in candlelight seated in peaceful merriment before us. 

A feeling of coming home is present … this place, this Mountain that so many refer to as “like-home.”  We found our seats and settled in for a treat. Each of us making the trek that night, including my friend Mary, her son Ryan and her parents, were right where we were meant to be.  

Christmas Eve at the Mountain has become one of my favorite family traditions. Recalling the many familiar faces that share in this tradition, I’m reminded that we are all one family.   As we gather this Christmas season at the Mountain, in the Valley and beyond, may the peace, joy and good news of Christmas be with each of you!