Christmas conjures up all kinds of nostalgic memories filled with traditions, expectations, wonders and delights. Each year as the frenzy of activities start to take over our calendars, we begin excited with what the season holds for us. We trim branches, deck the halls, trek out to the wilderness or to a tree farm and cut down our tree with coffees in hand while we take photos with our iPhones and post immediately to the world. We bake, and take more photos to post and we buy, (and in January wonder why) we cook, and take more photos to show how we are keeping it all together as we try to make the season bright.
So, what is this season we call Christmas all about anyways?
For me, as a child who grew up in a way-less-than traditional household (that is for another time to share) I can only say my Mom made this time of year very special for all her children. We may not have been sure about the 364 other days of the year, but we knew we would be surprised and delighted on Christmas morning.
The stockings were hung (I don’t think we ever had a chimney) and filled and that is still a tradition I carry on for my family to this day. The turkey was baked and though her trimmings may not have been “magazine worthy”, they were simple and good (with the exception the weird fruit salad she made with fruit cocktail and miracle whip) (my sisters may disagree).
This year is a different year for us.
This may be my first year without my Momma.
What matters to me is the gathering of family, no matter what that looks like.
What matters is the joy of knowing this time is precious.
What matters is loving one another in spite of our differences and idiosyncrasies (we all have them).
What matters is respect and appreciation.
What matters is the reason for this season anyways.
It is for me that Jesus came as a babe as a gift from God so that we may have eternal life.
I know this — my Mom may have Christmas in heaven and I am pretty sure there will be stockings, stuffing, and the sound of angels singing and there will be JOY.
This I know for sure.
So, my wish for each of you is that you step back for the hustle and bustle, and breathe deep of the ones you call family this year.
This is what matters most.
Merry Christmas one and all from my home to yours~