Christmas is repetition, tradition, excitement, decorating, wrapping, shopping, stressing, memories, celebration, a religious landmark, and an accentuation of everything we’ve ever cared about. Because it’s almost here and because it is such a part of our American way of life, I want to share some intimate thoughts on what Christmas is in my heart.
Christmas is squeezing ten of us into 2000 square feet and loving it.
Christmas is the same lunch menu we’ve had for the last twenty-five years.
Christmas is MaMa’s cornbread dressing and my sister’s sweet potatoe casserole.
Christmas is a five-generation pecan pie which is THE best you will ever eat.
Christmas is my full array of Christmas cookies which take hours and hours to bake.
Christmas is hearing a grandchild complain because something has changed or some decoration is missing or some special cookie was not baked.
Christmas is the fight over who gets to use the big walk-in tub in my condo.
Christmas is a little bit of regret for me, short-lived, remembering back to all the lives I’ve lived and mistakes I’ve made.
Christmas is a baby in the house!
Christmas is fighting over who gets to park in the garage.
Christmas is a little bit of chaos on Christmas morning.
Christmas is saving all the bows!
Christmas is knowing that despite the hiccoughs and mistakes of my journey I have two fine adult kids who married well and produced my four beautiful grandchildren.
Christmas is when my Andrew (the oldest) hugs me around the waist and says, “I love you, NiNi.”
Christmas is God incarnate in our love for each other.
Thank God for Christmas, lest we forget everything that is important.