Christmas is one of those Holidays that really sticks out to me when thinking about my childhood . I remember picking out the tree with the family, trying to figure out who's presents where who's(my mom used codes on our presents), and most of all I remember Christmas Eve night. My mom and dad would make a big feast and then as we were letting the food settle in our tummies, my dad would read the story of Christ's birth from the scriptures. Back then, I was just anxiously waiting to open a gift on Christmas Eve(one of my favorite Christmas traditions)so I didn't really pay attention to the story being read. Now that I'm older and much wiser, I have had more time to think about that special story. All the sacrifices that went into having that sweet little baby boy, and traveling far to meet him. The spirit that must have been present in that stable. I bet even the animals were crying. I hope I'm able to tell that story well enough to my kids that they can feel and understand the significance of Christmas. Yes, we still talk about Santa in our home but Christ is always the reason as to why we celebrate Christmas. Santa to me is just a symbol of giving. Christmas time is about Christ but it's also about what Christ would do. He would be giving of his time, money, and blessing those around Him. That, to me, is what Santa does. So, Merry Christmas to all of you, and for those who are curious, this is what Christmas looks like in our home.
