If any of you have read my previous blog, “The Waiting Game,” you will have seen that I had been ready to celebrate Christmas since before December even began. All my gifts had been wrapped and ready to be delivered starting on Christmas Eve. Well, as I write this blog, today is Christmas Eve and I’m sitting all alone in a totally quiet house as my daughter sleeps off the virus she came down with just this morning. This deviation from original plan once again reminds me of the true meaning of Christmas.
Christmas isn’t about what you get at Christmas. In anticipation of the birth of Jesus, Christmas is about giving to others. And as circumstances have reiterated that fact to me both today and yesterday, I realize that it’s not just material gift-giving that means so much to others. Service to others in need can be the best gift of all!
Yesterday two of my children and I were privileged to be able to help out my brother and his family who desperately needed some last minute details wrapped up before Christmas. My sister-in-law is recuperating from major foot surgery and welcomed our help to wrap her presents for her young son and our assistance in making her annual multi-batch of buckeyes.
My kids, Monica and Cory, were happy to help with the candy making (taste testing along the way to be sure all was perfect) while I wrapped the family Christmas gifts.
Today, my daughter unexpectedly became ill and was was unable to attend our Lape Family Christmas celebration. I stayed home with Monica to tend to her needs while the rest of our family drove across town to celebrate. In seeing the rest of her family head out the door for the Christmas Eve celebration, Monica apologized to me: “I’m sorry to make you stay home, Mama.”
“That’s ok, Monica,” I said, “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”