Monday, December 27, 2010
My own Christmas was good, although tinged with sadness. We had my family together on Christmas Eve for a wonderful meal, an exchange of presents, and enjoyment of almost-two-year-old Cassidy Ann. It was one of the best times we've had together since Cynthia passed away eleven years ago.
The next day we spent some time with Shelly and her sons. This is their (and our) first Christmas since her husband, Kay's oldest son, Phil died tragically this spring. We cried. We laughed. We got through it. And this "year of firsts" moved one notch further toward a close.
Then we went to the home of Ann and Benny, where my son-in-law cooked enough for several small armies, my daughter directed the controlled chaos, and the noise level never got below a dull roar. And it was nice.
Sunday we attended church, followed by another meal (courtesy of Kay) at the home of her younger son, David, the first time he and his wife have celebrated Christmas together as a family. A total of six adults and five children filled the house with laughter, conversation, and remnants of wrapping paper.
Now it's the Monday after Christmas, and life goes on. To quote the late Don Meredith, "Ain't nothin' as over as Christmas." But is it really? We celebrate the birth of Jesus, but shouldn't we keep Him in our hearts all year long? We give gifts, but shouldn't we exercise a spirit of giving throughout the coming year? We are a bit more tender, a bit more loving at this time of year, but what's keeping us from trying to maintain that for another twelve months?
I hope your Christmas was great. Moreover, I hope it really isn't over.