Christmas morning’s specialness is eclipsed by the specialness of being together.
Our family tradition was to open gifts Christmas morning with Grandma and Grandpa joining the family. My parents would arrive bright and early and it was “that” special morning.
After my Dad became paralyzed, Christmas morning became Christmas late morning / afternoon. That happened when the kids were ranged somewhere between 2 to 7. We learned pretty quick, it’s special due to the people, not the time of day, nor the date.
Christmas was put on hold plenty due to my work as well. You’d be surprised at how many ice storms and power problems happen on Christmas holidays. Many times I’ve been out restoring power to give other families a Christmas, then returned and resumed our celebration.
As fate would have it; tonight I was at S22’s for supper. He and I were talking about lots of things; it was a great visit. Anyhow, one of the things he brought up was our family times; Christmases, vacations, birthdays, etc. He was looking at the pictures and had so many fond and happy stories and memories. The joyous happy Christmas happened when it happened, whenever the actual day was.
I’ve been feeling really happy since that talk with my boy. So many trips, vacations, holidays, and so on; mixed in the grind of raising a family, school, work, etc. And to have your child look back fondly, with a certain awe and appreciation is so heartwarming. There are times when parents doubt if they are doing right. Then years later your kids grow up enough to let you know know you did good.
Share Christmas. Don’t worry about the date. You and son’s special time exists beyond the boundaries of one day. It is being with you that is special. And that is timeless.
D
Feelings are fleeting. Be better, not bitter. Love the person, forgive the sin.
