I love this season. I love the music of the season, whether it’s a majestic “Hark, How the Bells,” a tranquil “Silent Night,” or the fun of trying to remember what my true love gave to me on each of the “12 Days of Christmas.” It’s always hilarious how no one forgets the partridge in the pear tree, or the five golden rings? I love spending time with family, and I love the extra affection put onto each plate on Christmas Day.
Having said that, I wish I felt more “Christmas-y” this year. Jamie spoke of the trend of dwindling Christmas cards, and I concur. Of course, I’ve yet to send out my own holiday cards.
This year, we’re traveling out of town immediately after Christmas, so we chose not to decorate since we won’t be here to enjoy it. Besides, the money we normally spend on a Christmas tree is the money that we could spend on a tank of gas.
The lack of Christmas ritual might not be helping me, but that’s really not it. Every year, I fight the tendency to overload myself with activity such that I have time to just rest and reflect. This year, I’ve lost the fight. Just this weekend, I turned down 2 parties so that we could relax at home; then the kids informed me that they have a party at church on Sunday afternoon. Oh, well, so much for that relaxation strategy, huh?
And our poor kids. It’s been a busy time for them, too. In fact, today is our last day at school, and the kids just simply dragged. They’ve had good reason. In one weekend alone, they performed in two parades. I posted on last year some thoughts about the parades, the true meaning of Christmas, and how good it felt to walk through our little country town saying, “Merry Christmas” during this politically correct age in which we now live. My opinions haven’t changed, but I did update the pictures as all three of our treasures marched this year rather than only the oldest.
This year’s team features six tinier tikes, including our youngest. They range in age from 5-7 years of age. The parade walking took more out of them, but they made it.
The older kids were regular veterans at the venues this year.
There was also the Christmas play, in which the older two were choreographers, and our son danced–a tap number to Mary Mary’s big-band sounding rendition of “He’s the Greatest.”
Personally, I’m determined to quiet my spirit and just spend some time loving on the Lord. So, with school over today and dance over as of last week, I consider this my time for me and the Lord. Every time I think about it, I just stop and say, “thank you.” Because of our trip out of town, my normal fasting into the new year will not happen, but I’m still believing Him to speak to me regarding direction for 2011. I’m told it will be a good season, though I’m not sure of what the details of that word mean. While that prophecy unfolds, I’m excited about next week–about loving on the Father, operating in faith by executing some plans that have collected dust, and basking in the Word. May God bless your plans as well.