Today is very rare, it is a Sunday and I got low censused at work after being there for a few hours. This is only the second time in about 5 years that this has happened. It is a beautiful Sunday and I am not sure what to do with myself so I decided to get out the millions of boxes of Christmas decorations that I have and get to work. Then, well as usual, I started thinking.
This Christmas will be different. I know already I will be alone. I am on call at work, my son goes to his dads and my twin is going to her friend Scotts up in North Carolina.
What to do? Yep first instinct is to feel sorry for myself..as pitiful as that sounds it is true. You see as a child Christmas was a family affair. Lots of people, food, gifts, laughter, music, etc. I grew up in what I would call an upper middle class family. I NEVER wanted for anything physical. I can still remember Christmas mornings. I had one side of the living room full of presents and my twin had the other..literally. I am still awe-struck when I look back and think of the Barbie Airplane that I got one year..oh the places Barbie would go!
I am older now with a child of my own and can see the work that my parents put into the holidays and I will be forever grateful…BUT that is and will never be the tradition that I set for my son. He will get his gifts from Santa and Mommy and the family but he knows that Christmas is not about the gifts..it is about commemorating the birth of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and that makes me a VERY proud Mom. Every Christmas Eve since he was a baby I have read to him from the Bible and talked with him about the Manger Scene. I also read the “Night Before Christmas”, and at bedtime we sprinkle the Reindeer food on the front lawn and leave Santa his cookies and milk..oh and not to forget the carrots for the Reindeer.
I think he “gets it” I pray..but do I?
Yea, this year I really think I do. I have had so many changes that it is hard to wrap my head around them sometimes.
It is this time of year that I feel compelled to say “Thank you Jesus for the many blessings you have given me.”
That will be my Chirstmas..reflection, gratitude, humbleness, and great thanks for every breath I take and for those in my life.