Grateful. Exceedingly so. That is how I want to feel this Christmas. Grateful that God came down. Grateful that He longs for me to know Him. Grateful for my family, our fledgling and long held traditions, our time together. But somehow Christmas trees get in the way…..
Here is my daughter’s Christmas tree. Notice there’s two of them. Molly, her American Girl doll, has her own tree as well. A Christmas tree for Molly was on Eliana’s Christmas list last year, along with specific requests for colored lights and jewel-toned ornaments.
This is my son Nathan’s Christmas tree. He has a box of lights and ornaments for his tree as well, but this is his idea of a fully decorated tree.
Nathan isn’t taking Eliana’s ornaments off of her tree and she isn’t trying to add lights onto his. They both have their trees the way they want them and they’re happy. Neither of them are nagging me to get the tree decorated, because they know it will get done. They are happy to turn it on with only the glittering lights. (My husband is still claiming to miss the fresh scent of pine!).
In the end, “perfect” is learning to love and enjoy each other for who we are, with all of our varying definitions and expectations. When we can appreciate our uniqueness and allow others to be themselves rather than insisting they become just like us, THEN we can have a perfect Christmas.
Well almost perfect……there’s still no fresh pine scent!
And then we can be grateful. Exceedingly so. Because we’re focused on the real meaning of Christmas and not our own quirky expectations.