Saturday, December 16, 2006

Christmas Memories

I have been reading this book, The 25 Days of Christmas: Family Readings, Scriptures, and Activities for the Advent Season, on and off since the beginning of the month. Great stories, songs, and ideas for turning your family's hearts toward Jesus during Christmastime. I think it also makes a great personal devotional and am going to pack it away with my Christmas things & bring it out each year. Today's story was titled "My Most Memorable Christmas", so I've been inspired to share some of my Christmas memories.

I remember really wanting a Cabbage Patch Doll for Christmas. I believe it was around the time when they were first being released, 1980-something. I don't know if I still believed in Santa Claus or not, but after some snooping around the house, I discovered two Cabbage Patch Dolls hidden behind my parents' waterbed {back when waterbeds were all the rage~LOL!} I was crushed. I think because the element of surprise was taken out of the equation. Nothing to look forward to on Christmas morning, other than taking off the wrapping paper & playing with the discovered dolls. I never snooped again. For all the years following, I even knew where my mom hid all the gifts, but I never looked. I wanted to cherish the element of surprise.

The Christmas of 2004 was memorable for all different reasons. Rick had gotten fired from his job of 5 years just twelve days before Christmas. I was 8 months pregnant. I thought this was such a heartless act. We really didn't have a lot of money and to me, that just turned the focus to Jesus all the more. I scraped together some money to buy Tatiana a few gifts and I think when you don't have a lot to give, it makes those presents all the more precious. It's amazing, though, how God has worked that situation for the good. It was actually a blessing that Rick lost his job because through that, God has provided a really wonderful one.

I think that the Christmas of 2005 will be one that I will cherish for a long time. My parents have been divorced for almost 10 years now. My dad's parents have both been deceased for decades & he really hadn't been close to many of his siblings. I know that while they were married he considered my mom's family just as his own. Fast forward to 2005. Every year we celebrate Christmas Eve at my grandma's house with a big fat Polish extended family celebration. I mean, every year for as long as I can remember. Rick & I began alternating holidays with my parents after Tatiana was born though. In 2005, my mom announced that it would be okay if my dad {and step-mom} attended our Christmas Eve celebration, with HER family. This is one of the biggest acts of forgiveness and love I have witnessed in a long time. I pray that this will go a long way towards sharing the Truth. Just that simple act made for a very merry Christmas.

Care to share your most memorable Christmas?

2 comments:

alicia said...

Wow that's really neat and special to hear, thank you for sharing that! As for me, I'm not really sure any Christmas has tremendously stuck out more than one, But I will say that the Christmas after my hubby and I were married just felt special in many ways, we took time for just us and it was so neat just to be together over a special time of year. We also found out we were going to have our 1st ds just a couple days after! Family is to me one of the wonderful things about Christmas!! And of course we wouldn't even have it were it not for our wonderful Lord and Saviour!! Merry Christmas to you and your family!! :0)

Skyra said...

Bec-
That was GREAT! I feel the same way I can't remember one Christmas eve that I wasn't at your grandma's -- I love it!

Well, 2002 was one of the most special Christmas's to me. Two days after Christmas Matt and I moved into our home. It was so nice to know that we would have a "home" of our own. It was a BIG achivement for us -- we saved for 6 months and didn't go out once (besides when our parents took us out -- which was very nice).

2004 was very tough for us -- I had my Jacob on 11/26 -- which was 10 weeks early. He was 3lbs, 8oz. So, every day from the day I got out of the hosiptal I drove 75 minutes to see him. I would stay for about 8-9 hours day and just sit by his side, praying he would come home to us soon. Well, on Christmas Day when Matt and I went to see Jacob we were told that Jacob would be coming on New Years Eve! I felt like I was going to collape... I couldn't stop crying -- my little boy was finally coming home to us. It was the BEST Christmas EVER!

I'll see you on Christmas Eve.

Love, Skyra