Merry Christmas, PonderMom Peeps!
Typically, Christmas morning is all about our little family giving and receiving presents.
By the time you read this, we’ll probably already have dumped out the stockings, ripped through all of the gifts, and have had our coffee and traditional holiday eggs in a basket.
Much to Logan’s dismay, Jame, Spence, and I are all early risers and he’s rousted up and out of bed by us morning larks at daybreak on Christmas.
After breakfast, we’ll start racing around like beheaded chickens in order to get everything ready for my mom and my sister’s family to come join us for an evening meal of filet, twice-baked potatoes, glazed carrots, and more. Then, once dinner is done, the wrapping paper will fly yet again.
And that’s fine. I love watching my family member’s faces as they open up gifts that have been thoughtfully chosen for them in which they find joy.
But my favorite holiday flashbacks are of special occurrences rather than of things. I’ll forever remember laughing until my stomach hurt as my sister attempted to moonwalk her way toward having people guess she was Michael Jackson in a game of charades. Recalling my mom’s late husband Tor’s constant smile at the holiday mayhem going on around him brings on a grin of my own. And I often harken back to the time my handicapped brother Tim shushed all of us sitting around the dinner table so we could listen to his impromptu singing of Silent Night.
It’s not about the materialistic things like filet, potatoes, packages, boxes, bags, and bows, but rather, as the Grinch discovered, it’s about faith and love and the “little bit more” moments that we collect over time.
Here’s to a joyous day, and to you creating your own, personal “little bit more” moments.
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