Christmas time is my favorite time of year, and as far as I can remember, it always has been. I always looked forward to Christmas time. I remember doing an advent calendar with my parents, and getting to be part of the advent readings at church. I remember matching Christmas Eve dresses, going caroling with our youth group, and the day we always set aside to do all of our holiday baking. I want them to know the time and care (and fun!) that goes into making our holiday goodies. It is a day I look forward to every year.
I want them to hear stories of how their dad and I started dating right before Christmas, and how every year, the nostalgia of the season brings me back to 13 years ago– our very first date. I fell in love exactly 4 months later, and never looked back.
I want them to know that putting up the Christmas tree is something I look forward to every year, and it has always been a family event. I want them to always want to be a part of decorating our home, so that one day they will be excited to do that for their own family.
I want to cultivate the spirit of Christmas, the fun of Santa Claus, while knowing that Christ comes first. I want them to want to give to others as well as receive, and to instill in them an attitude of Thanksgiving that lasts all year. I want them to know that even when life doesn’t seem to be going their way, we can still have a grateful heart for the blessings we have.
I want them to remember the Christmas story, how Mary and Joseph headed to Bethlehem only to find no room at the inn. I want them to know how God sent Jesus to be our savior. I want them to know how the Angels rejoiced when Christ was born. I want them to know that God loves them so, so very much. I want them to experience all of the wonder and magic that comes with the Christmas season.
Now starts the wonder of the Christmas season and I hope to make it a memorable one.