“Can we open our gifts when we get home?” my daughter chimes. “But of course.” The majority of our gifts are waiting for us at my parents yet the special ones between only the three of us were tucked near the tree in our living room. With tears and thanksgiving in our hearts we closed our eyes till morning.
This morning started with freshly ground Dunkin Donuts coffee and hazelnut creamer (Thanks honey!) before joining our church family for Sunday worship. To attend or skip was the question for an ever-so brief moment – would we skip church because Christmas fell on a Sunday in order to keep tradition? Although I didn’t like my answer, we know in our heart we need to be in church. Jesus gave his life for me, the least I can do is set aside Christmas traditions for one year and celebrate His birth in worship and celebration this Sunday morning.
I’m anxious to be at my parents for our traditional Christmas breakfast, which is now a brunch and spending the entire day with them. Jesus is the greatest gift but my Mom, Dad, Ed, and Mary are next in line. MERRY CHIRSTMAS EVERYONE!