Ok, actually not at all, especially for a northern hemisphere girl. Many of you out there have yet to have the privelege of meeting my mom. She does nothing in moderation. I know that some of you are thinking that the apple does not fall far from the tree, but let me tell you, she makes me look tame. All that to say, Christmas decorations. YOWSERS! My mom decorates everything! I think there are at least two trees and every ornament that I ever made over 20 years ago is on that tree. Every ornament is a memory to my mom. Even our bathrooms get decorated. Now, let's move from the inside to the outside. Clark W. Griswald got all of his tips from my dad! I love our house and the beautiful lights. We even usually drive around all the neighborhoods to see the lights. Being cold, drinking hot cocoa,sitting by the fire listening to Christmas carols is definitely one of my all time favorite past times. As we all know, you could not go anywhere and not find Christmas decorations or Christmas music if you wanted.
By this time every year, my mom is about to lose her mind from baking way too many batches of cookies, I have gained at least five pounds from all of the Christmas parties, my dad is going into withdrawal because football season is coming to an end, phone bills are especially high because of calling family, and I just feel crazy and tired from the flurry of Christmas activity.
So, here's the question... Without all of that, how do I make it feel like Christmas? It is strange, I don't really know what to do. It is not so much about being homesick as it is just feeling like things are a bit surreal.
Last night, I heard a man share about how Christmas really is about being a stranger. Mary and Joseph traveled from their home, so did the wise men, and the others. And, of course, Christ, left his home to come to earth to redeem us. So, as I struggle through trying to make sense out of my feelings, I feel blessed to know I am in good company.
Monday, December 17, 2007
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