THE GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PAST
We’ve celebrated the birth of the babe who came to earth from His heavenly home. He left all his majesty behind and came to seek and to save the lost. Jesus gave the perfect gift and as a token we give gifts to each other.
Our tree is up and the lights are on, but the packages are nearly all dispensed to family and friends. The families are each in their own homes, or traveling to them, and I’m reflecting on Christmases that have past.
When there were only two of us living in a far away metropolitan city, we were so anxious to get back to the familiar small town where we grew up. Anxious to be in the company of family and friends, who knew us and loved us anyway. There were always presents, my dad loved Christmas and one of his favorite sayings was, “I know where there’s lots of money.” So he bought prizes for all of our family and when a neighbor fell on hard times he bought their family presents as well. There was no spiritual application to his Christmas, but he so enjoyed being the “HoHo”.
When our children were small and we’d moved to the next county, he’d get up early so he and mom could be at our house before the children got up. Since we lived in a rural setting, locking the door was unnecessary and we’d be awakened by a “Ho Ho Ho, Merry Christmas! Where is everybody!”
Needless to say, children bounded out of bed and the party was on. Typical Christmas morning breakfast was coffee and cookies, especially since my mom only baked cookies once a year, we wanted them breakfast, lunch and supper.
Years past by and mom and dad aged, as we all do. No more early morning visits, but now grandchildren of our own to enjoy.
It’s hard to eliminate items from their lists. They’re all good kids and we want to share with them. Seeing pleasure on their faces makes our hearts joyful. Singing beside them in church is literally breathtaking. It is the living out of the verse that says, “I have no greater joy than to know that my children walk in truth.”
This ghost of Christmas past has stirred up the melancholy in me. The many sweet, sweet memories of years of blessing. God is so good to share the perfect gift of His only Son with us. How can we do less than share with each other by thoughts, words and deeds. Infinite love.
May you and yours have a blessed New Year!