I hate to admit it, but I was really dreading Christmas this year. Not the reason for Christmas and all that it means, but just the fact that I knew things would be different this year.
From Thanksgiving on, things just didn’t go as planned this year. Normally, our Christmas tree is up the day after Thanksgiving, but we were so exhausted from E.B.’s surgery and all the Thanksgiving festivities that two more weeks passed by before it was up. A minor glitch.
About a week ago we learned my mother will have to have a heart valve replacement and possible bypass done in January. This really blew the wind right out of my sails, not to mention the rest of our family.
Christmas cards? Oops. Everyone will now be getting Happy New Year cards. Baking? Very little this year. Shopping? last minute, as always. (Some things never change!) Even my parent’s big annual Christmas Eve breakfast for both sides of the family, something they’ve done for at least 30 years, was cancelled. Understandably, of course.
In the days leading up to Christmas, I could barely muster up any holiday spirit. Everything just seemed too different. Strange. My mind was preoccupied.
As it turns out, even though everything was different, the things and the people that truly mattered were still the same. We were all together. Seeing the excitement in my child’s eyes will never get old. Despite all of the changes, our Christmas still went off without a hitch and we enjoyed ourselves and all of our many blessings.


