First, and most important, I slept until I naturally woke up. As my son is now 20 years old, there are no tugs on my blankets, by a little boy eager to see what gifts are under the tree. Actually, I miss those little hands and that excited little boy, but I digress.
After a good night’s sleep, we got up and gathered in the family room. I read, as I do every year, the account of our Lord’s birth from one of the gospel(this year it was Luke 2). We prayed. We opened gifts. As we go along on our journey with Christ and each other, our gift-giving has changed. I wrote a letter to my wife and one to my son, expressing my love for them and enclosed some cash in each one. I have heard no complaints. I bought a a large body pillow for Rosemary, so she has something to hug when I’m not here. 🙂
I received two books I am eager to read. We laughed, read Christmas cards, then settled in to watch A Christmas Story. That film’s been out for 30 years and of it we tire not.
In the afternoon, we went to an aunt’s house and enjoyed turkey, ham, dressing, sweet potato casserole(with marshmallows), green beans, corn pudding and other assorted fattening fare.
Back in the house by 5:30 p.m., we enjoyed a relaxed evening.
Christ is born. We are reborn.
Christ is the fresh Word from heaven. By Him we are refreshed.
I shall not wait until next December to experience such a day again.