My husband and I decided to head down to my parent’s house (nicknamed The Wanch) for Christmas.
My baby sister was coming up from Houston and my four brothers were there, A drive to Texas to visit Dan’s family is a bit longer and more expensive than a the short trip to my parent’s, we do Christmas in Texas every other year.
The last two years I felt like Christmas was too big and my family and I got too many gifts.
Am I weird? Too many gifts???
I don’t know, I just wanted to scale back and focus on the true meaning of the Holiday season.
The birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ. He is THE Gift. He gave each one of us a reason to celebrate. We give gifts as a representation of THE Gift.
Santa Claus, Santa Klaus, St Nick…Saint Nicholas – a follower of Christ – is portrayed as a giver of gifts these days. But be it known, that Santa Claus became a giver of gifts because he was trying to pattern his life after the example of the Savior.
So, likewise, everyone in my family had the same idea. Everyone wanted to give something to each other.
After the large dinner that my mother prepared (for over 20 people) and just as folks were ready to eat, my dad announced that one family of five couldn’t make it because the kids were sick.
Mom said, “I didn’t know they were coming.” Dad replied, “I invited them, but forgot to tell you.”
That’s how it rolls in their house…there is ALWAYS room in the Inn.
When bedtime for the kids came, the space under the tree was barren.
Late into the night we wrapped and talked or watched movies…the older boys set up a game table where the couch usually goes in the family room.
others made good choices and went to bed early.
I went to bed close to 2am and the boys and Kaylan were still awake.
It could have been that sleep deprivation weakens our immune system, but several of the older folks in the house woke up sick.
Every year, without fail, at least one person is sick on Christmas eve/Day and the sickness is shared.
I still count my blessings. It wasn’t the flu and our life is very comfortable and prosperous.
I’m grateful I don’t need Bugatti’s or sail boats to make my life good (although, my husband would like a Bugatti if anyone was curious or feeling generous). I’m so happy to have my children healthy, I’m grateful we are able to pay our bills and that my husband is able to go to school.
I don’t know what your Christmas wishes were, but I hope you felt the love and peace that I wish for you and yours!