Here it is two weeks before the big day and I’ve managed to hang a wreath on the front door.
Mike and David brought the tree down from the shelf in the garage after Thanksgiving and it stayed on the front room floor in the storage bag for over a week.
It’s been upright in the usual family room spot for four days now, with lights attached but only because they are built into the tree, certainly not because I put them there.
Christmas cards were just ordered two days ago. I hope they come in time.
I’ve done very little shopping and honestly I’m just not feeling it this year – all the external trappings of the Christmas Season.
When our boys were young there was an air of excitement as Christmas approached. I reveled in the cooking, shopping, trimmings, secrets and anticipation.
And I was a perfectionist.
I tried to teach the kids how to decorate the tree so it looked balanced. You know, all the holes filled in between branches and ornaments symmetrically displayed all the way around.
I think about that now and hope I didn’t take all the fun out of it.
Packages were wrapped in matching paper with homemade bows and hand designed gift tags.
Christmas dinner was a Thanksgiving repeat – huge and amazing.
Mike’s self appointed job has always been to put up the tree, make sure the lights work, then sit on the sofa and watch the kids and I embellish it.
He stopped helping me hang ornaments after our first Christmas together, as I came behind him and moved every ornament he put on, to a different place.
Now, I think I’d be thrilled if he and Jon hung all the decorations on the same side of the tree while I sat and watched.
When I ask Jon, my perpetually moody, thirty-plus-year-old-teenager if he’d like to help, he looks at me like I have three eyes in the middle of my forehead and walks away. (He will, however, be very interested in opening the gifts underneath this undecorated tree. )
David and Clara won’t be here for Christmas. They’re going to be with her family this year (as they should), so no incentive there.
Someone please tell me I’m not turning into a Grinch or maybe Scrooge!
The good news, in my tale of Christmas woe, is the Jesus of Christmas is dearer to me than ever.
We have come to the end of another year and my heart is decorated with blessings, warmth and the joy of His overwhelming love.
Life is not perfect. There are struggles, frustrations and annoyances, but Jesus has been and will continue to be my faithful friend and gentle shepherd.
As we celebrate this season of His Earth arrival, my heart grows two sizes larger at the thought of a Savior who came for me.
To rescue. To strengthen. To comfort. To cleanse. To change. To love. ME.
So whether the halls are decked or not, that’s enough to make even this Grinch, want to celebrate!
Matthew 1:23 “The virgin will conceive and give birth to a son, and they will call him Immanuel (which means‘God with us’).”