Christmas is a lot different from the days when our children were small. Now they are all grown up with families of their own. There are no children so excited they can't fall asleep...no flashlights hidden under the bed so they can sneak out at 5 in the morning to see what Santa had brought...no watching Jason take the gifts from under the tree and set them in five different piles to make things easier when his sisters came out...no watching their faces as they unwrapped their gifts and were so excited to see Santa had looked at their lists and brought them what they wanted...just a quiet house with only the two of us. I miss all those things that use to fill our home at this time of year. But in it's place we have come to ponder the true meaning of Christmas. The birth of the baby Jesus...the gift of love from our Heavenly Father...His precious son that would grow up and give his life so that we could each have the opportunity to return to live with our Heavenly Father again. It's a season that we spend time thinking about those around us and doing things for others...just as the Savior did while he was here on the earth. Hopefully we will keep that Christmas spirit thoughout the coming year.
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I had those thoughts this year as my boys were enjoying Christmas morning. Which makes me stop and take it all in even more.
This post made me laugh and cry all at the same time. Which is good thing :) Thank you for each and every wonderful memory I have of Christmas as a child!
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