Hearing familiar carols, seeing merry lights twinkling on every street, and smelling the indescribable aroma of fresh-baked cookies always sends my thoughts on a happy trip down Memory Lane. Of all the wonderful Christmas memories I’ve shared with my loved ones over the years, however, there is one that I’ll never forget. It was the night, you see, that I learned what Christmas is all about.
My dad brought our family a particularly sorrowful announcement one year: we weren’t going to have a Christmas. He had a variety of reasons, but as children all we heard was that Christmas wasn’t going to happen at our house. Suddenly everything about the season became difficult… the holiday commercials on televison, the music and baking, the Merry Santas at the grocery store, and the candy cane my piano teacher gave me. All of it reminded me of the fact that we weren’t allowed to join in this year.
When Christmas Eve arrived my younger brother, Paul, excitedly pulled my sister and me into his bedroom. “I have a surprise,” he whispered. “Don’t tell.”
When we got into the room, we saw that he had taken a green jacket and draped it over an old tennis racket, decorating it with paper ornaments. “It’s a Christmas Tree!” we shouted in delight, and I thought it was one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen.
“Operation Christmas” had begun, and we threw ourselves into making a star to top the tree and creating hand-made gifts for one another. “Tonight, after everyone is asleep, we’ll have Christmas after all,” we promised each other.
That night we sneaked into the room and turned on a night-light, which set our makeshift Christmas Tree aglow. We were about to give each other the gifts we had made (stories we had written for one another, pictures we had drawn, or coupon books good for having one’s chores done) when we heard a knock at the door. It was Mom. We froze as she stood there with tears in her eyes, taking in all that we had done. Were we in trouble?
“Can I join the party?” she said simply. We grabbed her hands and pulled her into the room, telling her to wait while we made her a couple of gifts.
“I like coupon books,” she said mischievously. “I always have lots of chores that need to be done!”
We laughed and laughed, happy to oblige. And that night, we discovered that you don’t need a fancy tree or store bought presents to have a happy Christmas. All you need is family, the peace of Christ in your heart, and the joy of giving, sprinkled with a little love.
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What a beautiful Christmas story! Thanks for a wonderful start to my Monday morning:-)
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Thank you for that! I’m glad I could help make Monday a little sweeter for someone today!
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Beautiful personal story!
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Thanks, Kim!
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That is the sweetest thing you have ever written!! Blessings! vicki
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Ha…thanks, Vicki! Have a great one!
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Love this! ..and I love Christmas time! Thanks for putting a smile on my face 🙂
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It really is a wonderful season… I love the way Christ gets center stage! Some may try to take Christ out of Christmas, but this simply can’t be done because He is what the day is all about… such a great time of year!
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I have a huge lump in my throat after reading about the Christmas tree and gifts you and your sister and brother created. I love best when your mother asked if she could be part of it. Not the fanciest tree or most extravagant gifts can hold a candle to your “warmest Christmas memory.”
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Well I certainly feel that way! Thanks so much for reading, and I hope you’re having a blessed Christmas season!
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Beautiful post! What a wonderful memory. I love it how sometimes kids just “get it” while adults kind of fumble along. Priceless!
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Thanks so much! This is one of those memories that still puts a smile on my face…
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What a wonderful Christmas memory …. almost seems like it could be part of a Christmas movie. I’m sure your mother still recalls this fondly as well. As a mom, I know if my kids did something like this I definitely would! 🙂
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