…and just like that Christmas festivities were over.

A marathon of preparation, decoration, relocation. Then we hustled and bustled. We ate and we laughed. Barely had time to stop for a breath.

Christmas morning came the kids were ready for stockings, presents and the traditional breakfast bake.

Seemed like no time, that the house looked shaken and stirred and tossed like a salad, laughter ran freely for a little while.

Then the house grew quiet, adults resting, kids out sledding. My mind quickly returned to when I was a child.

Back in those days huge family gatherings Christmas Eve, and Christmas morn griddle cake and cheese bake. In the afternoon off to Gran & Grandpa C’s. Food and cousins and bouncing on Grandpa’s knee. The nostalga felt painful this year, as Grandma is tucked in a nursing home not so near. 💔

When the kids came back shared food and gifts with friends. Then evening fell no one complained when it was time for bed.

A trip back to the city and back and all of a sudden, just like that, it was over for another year.

Preparing for Christmas

Fred’s birthday

Well now that my son’s birthday is over, I can get down to the business of Christmasing. I can’t get over the fact that my baby boy turned 16 this year. Time goes by too quickly.

Christmas has always been a magical time for me. I love the lights, the trees, the presents, the people, the food and yes even Santa Claus.

The production of such an event takes time and effort. The decorating, the shopping, the preparing, the ribbons and bows. To be honest as fun as it is on Christmas morning, the stress of getting it all right has been a bit much to handle at times. If I am completely honest it still is to an extent.

So today, now that Fred has had a happy birthday, I turn my heart to preparing Christmas. Making my list, checking it twice, hoping to find the gift that’s just right.

I love gifting, I love hospitality. I love preparing Christmas breakfast, an old family tradition. I love the love.

The Love of course is the main focus. The road to the cross, the lowly manger where my savior was born, the revelation that my heavenly Father cares and wants a personal relationship with me, His brutal death in my place on a cross, and His resurrection and promise that He will go ahead to prepare a place for me in heaven.

The Love ❤, the heart of Christmas. How easy it is for it to get swallowed up in the hustle and bustle, the processing of ribbons and bows. Consumed by the crowds and the loud and rush and the stress and the mess.

Today I prepare for Christmas. Making my list. Checking it twice. But one more thing, checking my heart, have I been naughty or nice.

Today I prepare for Christmas, search my heart Lord, turn it fully back to you. Prepare us for the greatest gift us humans ever knew.

May the still peace of Christmas be with you as we prepare this week.


this is not what I expected”

I remember an old photograph I have of my dad holding me up to the “picky” Christmas tree to put the angel on the top. I loved putting the angel on the top of the tree. I felt special as a kid when dad would lift me up (by the waist) to do it.

My daughter asked if she could put the angel (same one from my childhood a little more tattered though) on the tree this year. I asked my husband to recreate a photo of that time from long ago. This is not what I expected!

Christmasing was fun this day!

Well today is Christmas Eve 2020, and as the butterflies grow deep in the pit of my stomach, how in the world did I allow myself to get so concerned and worried about “making Christmas”?

Isn’t Christmas all about God with us? Isn’t it about teaching us what love looks like?

When did it become such a stressor of making the perfect “party experience”. Don’t get me wrong, I think any opportunity to have together time with family and friends is a wonderful time. But why am I feeling so uncomfortable?

I made a mistake a long time ago, trying to make the ‘perfect Christmas experience’ for my children. It ended up becoming a heap of too much stuff.

Don’t get me wrong, what parent doesn’t like “giving good gifts”. I love seeing the kids excitement grow and their faces alight when they discover what Santa brings in his sleigh. I love unwrapping the presents picked out with love by each other. (a little concerned about what Steph “the joker” might of picked out for us this year)

The problem is the worry… did I forget anything?… will they be happy?…. how much did I spend?

Ugh, when did Christmasing become so stressful, that the monster that I worked so hard at beating back to a tiny creature is starting to grow a little, in the pit so deep with in. Squash it! Crush it! Beat it back into submission! No snarly monster’s aloud to ruin my Christmasing this year!!!

Time for a lesson from “Cindy Lou Who, that was no more than two”! Attitude adjustment, a little meditation, a bit of breathing exercise, and onward to wrapping up presents with ribbons and bows, and straightening up the house so Santa doesn’t break any toes!

May your Christmasing be full of the true spirit of great love! May you experience great joy! May blessing after blessing wash over you and yours!