Blessings to all, friends!
I was doing the right thing and avoiding the computer Christmas Day. With all of the family here and many goings on… going on, I felt much better laughing around the better social network that is the family, the one that can’t be deleted, hijaacked or spammed. As much as I appreciate my readers, if you were here yesterday looking for a profound post, you were sorely disappointed (and may I say sadly alone?)
My Christmas splintered this year. Our long-held traditions went through major upheaval with the integration of another family and with December 25th falling on a Sunday this year. But the splintering was more like the division of a cell than a broken vase. Our Christmas celebrations traditionally began Christmas Eve with the exchange of a single gift (generally Mom gives us all a pair of pajamas) and continues through to Dad’s once-a-year breakfast, the reading of Luke 2 and the exchange of gifts Christmas Day.
This year was much different, with Christmas being spread out across several days. Our first Christmas was at the Clum’s house December 24th. We woke up late, dumped out our stockings and opened all our gifts. After a great big meal, an acapella version of Lo, How a Rose ‘Ere Blooming with the choir at Grace Bible Fellowship and a strong duet of O Holy Night with my wife, we visited my family and got the traditional Christmas pajamas. December 25th, we went to Calvary Baptist Church for the morning service, then we came home for Christmas #2. Christmas #3? Jess and I will be celebrating together this Wednesday.
So I say all of this to say, though times change and traditions splinter, we can all find hope on that one constant, the greatness of God’s gift.