In 1965 my sister gave birth on Christmas Eve, right before the Christmas Program. I remember Dad coming down to tell us at the church.
Christmas Eve changed with the passing away of my Grandma. We were on our own now. Dad and Mom changed our gift exchange to Christmas Eve so my sister and her family could have Christmas morning with their little boy. My brother in law helped my Dad get stuff down while I kept my little sister occupied in the pantry with cookies and candy. She heard Santa's reindeer and bells! I got a desk that year (I was very studious). I also remember getting a tape recorder, although don't know if it was the same year. Just remember taping The Monkees TV show.
Christmas of 1979. For some reason I woke up Christmas Morning in Jim's bed! Anyway, he surprised me with a string of pearls (I was allergic to jewelry at the time), and a proposal of marriage! My mother was so overjoyed! At the ripe old age of 27 I think she had given up on me. The rest is history....we've been married over 30 years.
Christmas of 1985. Two weeks before Christmas we got the call from the adoption agency that they had a baby boy for us. We could pick him up on the 18th! We rushed to get the nursery done. Tempers flared. Nerves were frazzled as I shopped for Christmas gifts and baby clothes. Broke down in the store not knowing where to start. My sister, Wendy took control. Thank God. What a blessed Christmas with a new baby to show off!
The years have flown by. Daddy died in 1972. Wendy passed away in 1988 from breast cancer. My brother in law passed away this year. Every year we get so much older and life changes. Our little ones are great nephews and nieces. There are no more surprises under the tree. My mom is still with us at 91 and doing quite well so that is a blessing.
So, where does that leave me? With the baby, Jesus. With the fact that "God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten son." John 3:13 With the peace of mind that we are all saved because of His grace. That is what it's about, right? The cookies, the presents, the tree, are all diversions. It doesn't matter if my floor is scrubbed, if the presents are surprises or not. It matters that I come to worship the King of Kings and remember how He humbled himself to come to us as a baby.
May your Christmas be filled with joy, peace and love!