This is by far my favorite time of year. I’m crazy about Christmas, my husband is crazy about Christmas, and I think our dog Bella gets crazy about it too. There is something about the atmosphere of the season that makes me filled with joy. The holiday spirit if you will. I say it exists and it is good.
Personally, my reasons for loving this season are a mix of shallow and deep. Of course I love the gifts and the wonderment and anticipation around that. I’m always hoping that someone in the family will score big on a gift and make someone cry because its the best surprise. (Usually something sentimental and gushy.) I love the excitement of planning what I want to give to whom and finding those items or making them myself. I love the gift wrapping and like to come up with something creative or thematic with my wrapping. I love seeing the trees and the presents piled up underneath, each one filled with love.
When I’m out and about at night, the Christmas lights bring joy to my heart. I usually call out “CHRISTMAS!!” every time I pass by a house with lights on. Of course I prefer to not see any until after Thanksgiving, but I will be joyous at the sight of any white or colored lights. And I try not to holler out too much when I’m by myself, although I must say it happens.
I love to get my house decked out with all the Christmas trimmings. We like to put up our tree the weekend after Thanksgiving, and get everything set up as soon as possible. The best part is when its all out and the house is clean and the lights are dim and everything is super cozy and beautiful. I’ll light the candles and sit and reflect on the wonderful feelings that encompass Christmas.
I’m very excited to start sharing the joy and create traditions with our baby boy. I have some amazing Christmas memories from my childhood and I hope to pass that on to our child. The anticipation of his arrival is intensified by the holiday season. I just keep thinking of all the wonderful Christmasy things we will start doing next year!!!
This year I’m also experiencing something that I never have before. I am wondering what is was really like for Mary to be traveling across country, pregnant, and on a donkey or walking. As I continually feel my baby boy move in my tummy and think and wonder about him, I can’t help but imagine what it was like for Mary to experience that, and to know how special her baby was. I feel that she really grasped her situation. From the descriptions of her in the Bible she knew full and well the gravity of what was happening and the blessing that she carried. What joy and what burden!
Being pregnant around this time of year brings a whole new meaning to the season. I think about the humble beginnings of my Savior. He came into the world as a helpless little baby, born in a barn, to inexperienced parents, and with the weight of the world on his shoulders.
I will be celebrating all season long the magnitude of Jesus’ life. The reason for his birth into this world hold eternal significance for my life. I cannot help but be grateful for the gift of life that came so long ago. He brought hope, joy, and life into this world. What grater thing can we celebrate this time of year? Or any time of year? I pray that you can experience the wonders of the season and keep in mind the true reason that we celebrate Christmas.