Sometimes it is a blessing in disguise when the winds are gusting cold and brisk at 45 miles per hour. It forces us to just relax, retreat into the house and reflect on the highlights of the day before. Monday was such a day.
My husband and I were given the opportunity to sit and reflect on the highlights of Christmas day. Just sitting here now, thinking about it, brings a smile to my lips. I can close my eyes and replay certain scenes in my head and enjoy them all over again.
The day started early with getting the turkey in the oven and the woodstove fired up for the day. Once that was accomplished my husband and I sat in the dark living room waiting for the rest of the household to wake up.
The two grandkids were first, of course, and came sleepily into the living room, dragging blankets and stuffed animals behind them. They snuggled in close. It is a wonderful thing to sit in a semi-dark living room with a lap full of grandkids, and the warm glow of a woodstove and the lights of a Christmas tree for company.
It did not take long and we were joined by their parents. After that the busy day began. We did take time to enjoy a hot chocolate party before the rest of the family arrived. (The hot chocolate party was an effective Grandma bribe to get them into bed the night before.)
Once everyone else had arrived, hugs exchanged, and Christmas greetings given, it was decided to open gifts before we had dinner. No one was really too hungry anyway, after spending the morning snacking on Christmas cookies, cinnamon rolls and hot chocolate.
Opening gifts is always a bit of a challenge due to the gift labeling system we use in our home. It has become a tradition that instead of names on the labels on our gifts, we have random stamped images. This started years ago when our sons were small and could not (or would not) leave their gifts alone.
With this system I have my notebook in hand, with corresponding stamped images and names so that everyone gets the correct gift. Once my sons got older, got married and moved into homes of their own; I thought I would be able to start putting the names on the gifts….not so. They voted to stay with tradition and the stamped images of leaves, penguins, trees, etc. continues.
Gifts were opened, dinner was enjoyed, rousing games of foosball were played. Naps were taken (not by small children), lego sets were built, cookies were consumed (in mass quantities by small children), books were read, and the day was liberally sprinkled with laughter, good-natured ribbing, and an amazing dose of love that was so tangible that you felt you could reach out and touch it.
The only thing that would have made the day any better would have been to have my other daughter-in-law here. She was back home with the stomach flu.
The day was a blessing and was bathed in that love that comes from shared joys, shared sorrows, and shared lives. it was the joy that comes from being with those you love and that love you back no matter what.
It was the sense of family that is rooted in a deeper truth that there is One who loves us even more than we could possibly love each other. The love of the One who came to earth so long ago in human form as a baby and gave His life so we might have life eternal.
May the joy of this season remain with you longer than this season is celebrated. May you be blessed by the One who loves you so much.
I am going to leave you with a less than serious ending to this post. It just seemed fitting that as the Chicken Grandma, I should somehow involve the “girls”(or at least their cartoon counterparts) in this Christmas post.
And may you even be blessed by the silliness of chickens clucking Christmas songs! They may not deserve a standing ovation but they are pretty fun!
Time was with most of us, when Christmas Day, encircling all our limited world like a magic ring, left nothing out for us to miss or seek;
bound together all our home enjoyments, affections, and hopes;
grouped everything and everyone round the Christ
Charles Dickens quotes
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