Last night we began the process of packing away all the Christmas decorations. I'm looking forward to recovering a large corner of the family room where the tree still stands. I have everything else packed away, ready to get put up in the attic for next year. Over the past few years, I've acquired Christmas decorations from my childhood. My mom decorates a bit less each year now that my sister and I have moved away, and she's been passing on the decorations I loved as a child. It's great to see my kids enjoying them now the way I always did.
Sam thinks we'll just take this stuff out again next week to have Christmas Eve all over again. This year is the first time he "got it" and really anticipated Christmas. Apparently it was such a great experience because he can't wait to do it all again! I told him we have to wait until he's 4 to do it again, and he looked a bit sad. 4 seems a long way off when you've just turned 3, you know?
I wonder when I stopped anticipating the great things about Christmas? The past few years, all I could think of was all the work it takes to put out decorations, store other items in the meantime, clean up the messes, wrapping presents (I'm an awful wrapper, just ask my husband), and then cleaning it all up again after. It's something I'm going to work on this year, really preparing my heart to be excited to celebrate the birth of Jesus. Because that's what it's all really about. Celebrating His birth as we look forward a few months later to celebrating His resurrection. The whole reason for the hope I have in this life is summed up in those 2 moments of time. And so, as this season comes to a close, and we move on through the rest of winter, I will be preparing to remember exactly what my hope cost Jesus that day.
And, just a sidenote as I get back to putting my house back in order, whoever invented tinsel can come over now and clean up the mess!!!!
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