This year has been a long one in ways and in others, it has flown by so fast.
We’ve been through so much this year.
I saw a cute little shirt come across my screen that was a nod to Dr. Seuss’ The Grinch. It showed the Grinch’s hand holding a 2020 ornament that said, “2020 ~ Stink. Stank. Stunk!”
Being a Dr. Seuss fan, I have to admit that I smiled and thought about buying one.
When this year started, I don’t know about you, but I had big hopes, dreams, & plans.
This year didn’t go as we thought it would.
It’s been stressful for us all.
These last few weeks I’ve been thinking about Christmases past. I don’t know about you but I get very nostalgic this time of year.
I’m sure lots of others have too.
We are missing loved ones who have passed on.
We are probably missing our Christmas traditions that we are not observing this year.
My dad and his sister used to talk a lot about the Christmases of their childhood.
They grew up in the Great Depression. Times were hard and although they did express some of those memories in general, they talked excitedly about Christmas.
They shared their excitement about getting the Sears Wishbook. They were told they could pick out items for their Christmas presents up to a limit of five dollars. (It’s quite amusing to look at one of these old catalogs. I remember studying that catalog and circling toys being one of my most cherished memories too.)
They talked about their great-uncle, John Brand, who owned a farm and store in McCondy, a community in rural Chickasaw County, Mississippi. He had all of the sharecroppers’ children along with my dad, aunt, and uncle come to the store on Christmas morning where he would give them an apple, an orange, and large peppermint stick. Aunt Bernice remembered telling her father to please hurry to the store so they wouldn’t miss the treats.
I love to witness the excitement of a child around Christmas. It brings a big smile to my face and makes my heart happy.
I wish we could keep that excitement as adults. I’m a little like that Elvis song, “Why can’t every day be like Christmas?”
I know this Christmas is hard for many but could we try to be more like the kids? Could we look forward to and live each day with an anticipation to see God’s gifts in our lives? His faithfulness, His mercy, His grace, His blessings?
And maybe we could share all of these gifts with others who need them?