This year Christmas is not what I’d envisioned it to be in any way. We had our floors done in laminate, replacing the most awful pink carpet we’d had since we moved in twenty-odd years ago. That, however, required basically boxing up our house as if to move. I needed to declutter, but my brilliant (Really??) plan was to declutter as I put things away. Didn’t consider the holidays, or that I’d have a book due, or that I’d be babysitting my baby granddaughter, or that my youngest daughter would actually be living in the house with us during a transition phase (that is three…count them…children, two of which are adolescents and one a baby), or that said daughter would have a very naughty golden retriever puppy that makes it near impossible to actually put up Christmas decorations. As if I had the time or energy for Christmas decorations.
So here we are this year for Emily’s first Christmas…we put up the tree but didn’t decorate. We moved things around so we can reach the mantle for stockings. And that is all.
And the guilt…oh, the guilt, at being unable to provide the lovely, decorated, twinkly lighted, garland infested background I wanted to give the family as we anticipated the birth of baby Jesus and the Second Coming.
It took this kind of year for me to spiritually reset. Because really, Christmas isn’t about decorating, or giving presents (which I LOVE to do…I’m definitely a giver when it comes to Christmas). It’s about Jesus. It’s about family. And I am blessed beyond measure.
Maybe 2022 hasn’t been quite the boon you hoped it would be after surfacing from a global pandemic. Is Christmas hard for you this year? Is your heart aching? I invite you to the manger, where the Savior of the world was born in a stable and placed in a lowly manger for His blessed head.
And I wish you a truly happy Christmas indeed. Love to all you readers out there who support our authors’ gifts to you—our books.
Thank you to everyone who helped Family Christmas on the Ranch reach #2 on the Publishers Weekly Religious Fiction list!