It’s funny, not ha ha funny, but odd funny, how a simple thing like a trip to the post office can bring back a flood of memories.
Christmas has changed.
OK, I know, not really. Christmas is and will always be Christmas; the celebration of the birth of the Lord Jesus Christ.
I get that, I know that, I’m good.
But Christmas is different every year.
I was reminded on Saturday while mailing small boxes to six different addresses how at one time, and for a long time. I sent one box. And I sent it to one address.
Mom’s. Everyone came to Mom’s for Christmas.
This is our third Christmas without mom and our seventh without dad.
It’s hard to believe, but standing in line at the Lilburn, GA post office I was slapped in the face with the fact that things have changed.
As a kid, I looked forward to what I’d get. Sure, sure there was a big meal, but there was always a big meal at our house; Mom made sure there was something on the table that everyone could eat. So Christmas dinner, though it may contain turkey, ham, and dressing, was little different than any other meal. There was always plenty.
Mom used to say, “We have Christmas all year long.” I was an adult before I realized that we had plenty; plenty of food, plenty of clothes, plenty of toys, and plenty of love.
She was right.
As a young single adult, Christmas changed from what I got to what I could do for my first niece and my first nephew, Amy and Charles.
When I got married, it was what I could do for TLW.
When the kids came along, it was the joy and excitement in their eyes.
And now that they are adults, it’s just about the season and getting to see them.
We still have plenty. We still have presents. We still have joy and excitement.
And we still have Jesus.
Yes, we have plenty.