One thing to which I’ve always clung during the Christmas season has been our family’s Christmas traditions. We put up the tree the day after Thanksgiving and decorate the inside and outside of the house. Christmas music plays in the background. For the past few years, “family” has been my youngest daughter and my grandson, as my other two daughters live in other states and for one reason or another cannot come home for Christmas.
This Christmas is different is so many ways, starting with that our Christmas tree is still sitting in its box on our living room floor. Decorations haven’t even made it upstairs, much less out of the boxes. And when I sent Joe out to put up our blow up Santa and Rudolph, as well as a snowflake lamp, he spent the day clipping back the roses for the season and blowing up the leaves. Our yard looks much better, but not at all festive. We’ve been attending the church down the street rather than the one with the lovely choir in which I used to sing. With our current health situations, that would just be too much, no matter how badly I miss it.
Beginning to look a lot like Christmas? Not so much around here.
I’m still recovering from a major surgery I had done a month ago. Mostly I’m good, but there are still moments of brain fog. I missed two weeks of work and have had to scramble to make ends meet this month. I thank God He brought along more editing clients and I have a book to finish.
Yet though everything is shaken in my world right now, I also have so much for which to be grateful. My middle daughter Kimberly just got a new, wonderful job as the regional manager of a cookie company. This in itself is a huge blessing, but even better, she will be home for Christmas for the first time since she turned 16 and started working at a movie theater.
My youngest daughter took over guardianship of my granddaughter, bringing her home to Colorado. I’ll have both my grandkids here for Christmas this year for the first time in forever. And just this week we were privileged to attend her school choir concert in which she had a solo!
And for the most wonderful cherry on top, we’re expecting our third grandchild in early June.
So even though our Christmas looks much different this year, I’ve discovered it’s a good reminder to focus on the TRUE meaning of Christmas. Joy to the world, the LORD HAS COME!
What about you? What’s Christmas looking like for you this year? Tradition or change?