Memories…Christmas is always an emotional time for everyone, I think. Happy ones or sad ones, or a mixture of both………
Yesterday a blogger I’ve been reading for years now, Brenda at Coffee tea books and Me, published a post on “Why I celebrate Christmas”. Somehow it triggered many memories for me from the Christmas I was six years old and finishing the first semester of first grade.
Nearly a year before in January of my year in Kindergarten my dear father Eli died, from one half hour to the next. Probably if it had happened now, he would have been saved. But there were no EMS people then. It took our family doctor a half an hour to arrive and by then it was too late. There is so much else I could write about those days, but that is a story for another time. Now I am remembering preparations for Christmas the following year. I remember sitting on the dark red plush sofa in our living room and watching my mother and grandfather on a step ladder decorating our really tall tree. Up to that point, in every other year, I had heard the Santa Claus story and how he brought the Christmas tree as well as the presents, but the winter of 1951 we did things a little differently.
I remember watching, but not feeling much except a sort of sadness. Not overwhelming, but a bit empty. And I remember asking my mother about Santa Claus and how presents came at Christmas time…..
And my mother came over and so kindly and gently reminded me that God is Love and Love is what makes all these things happen. I thought then that it was a perfect explanation and I still do. This is why I celebrate Christmas. Love came into the world…….Love comes and makes wonderful things happen. A good reason to try very hard to keep Christmas in our hearts all year around. My mother and I did not always see eye to eye as I was growing up, but several times at critical moments she came up with the perfect words to comfort and heal.