I love Christmas. I mean, I really love Christmas. I have anticipated the month of December all of my life.
There are many fond memories of my mother decorating the big picture window in the living room, wrapping the front door in red foil, me and my two brothers making paper chains out of red, white, green construction paper. I would sit at the foot of the Christmas tree and draw everything I could imagine about Christmas with a box of often wore out crayons and whatever paper I could find ( it usually was notebook paper from my 3-ring notebook I carried to school.)
The tree lights were on from the time mother woke in the morning until we all said our last good-nite each day. As the presents began to pile up under under the tree, I would sit as close to the bottom of the tree and do homework or draw. Often times I would lay under the outer branches and gaze up into the lights.
Christmas has so many meanings to me .....first and fore-most, my mind goes back to the Christmas story of the journey to Bethlehem. I would often sit as a child, close my eyes and imagine every movement of the story as it unfolded. I am still intrigued today by the beauty of that night.
The Christmas plays at church were memories of their own. Playing the part of an angel....reciting part of the Christmas story, playing Mary, or playing a major role in the Adult play.
There is something special about this time of the year......perhaps it is the anticipation of a special day in celebration of One Who came to save the world.....as was the anticipation that one night, so very long ago. An anticipation of something extra ordinary about to take place........