Christmas is a special time of the year. It’s one of the few times we get together as a family. We sit around the kitchen table eating and telling stories for hours. We rarely move the conversation away from the table. The chairs aren’t comfortable but no one seems to mind. We are content to sit for hours. It’s a special moment. When it’s time to leave we dish up the leftovers, give our hugs knowing these hugs may have to last awhile because we don’t see each other often and then everyone is on their way.
Christmas is a sentimental time of year. Last Christmas I spent two weeks at home with my parents. It was refreshing. I visited my PopPop in the nursing home every few days. It was our last Christmas with him and my last hug. Twenty-four years ago we shared our first Christmas without my grandma. She passed away in November. It was tough. I remember the good things too but those tough memories stick with you. Our family Christmas changed drastically when we lost my grandma and although this year hasn’t been written my heart feels different knowing PopPop won’t be sitting at the head of the table.
Christmas is a time to celebrate and honor traditions. In thirty-one years I haven’t missed a Christmas with my family. It’s a celebration when we can pause in our busy lives and gather round the table. We laugh and sometimes cry but we do it together. I cherish these times.
And so whatever Christmas looks like for you; I pray you can pause if only for a moment to cherish these times. We aren’t promised our next breath so enjoy the ones you get. Put aside any hard feelings. Leave your troubles at the front door; you can pick them up when you leave. Or maybe, just maybe, your heart will be a little lighter. Maybe those troubles won’t seem so big because no matter what you choose to call this time of year it’s a wonderful opportunity to share love – which is ultimately the story of our Savior.