Thanksgiving is over, Christmas has begun.
Actually, Christmas has already started, it was visible before Thanksgiving. In fact, Christmas now starts well before Halloween, back in the summer with decorations for sale.
We have morphed into a Holiday Season, starting with Halloween (which isn’t a true holiday) then Thanksgiving, then the blitz to Christmas, the Christmas Eve service, and finally, New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day. But it’s okay.
It’s the holiday season.
I love it.
I enjoy the Holidays primarily for one reason: our kids come home. You might snigger at that, since our son, daughter, and son-in-law live in Houston, as we do.
But still, to have them spend the night on Christmas Eve, waking up to a warm fire, with brightly wrapped gifts under the tree, with glowing candles and carols playing, well, it doesn’t get any better. I’m a fully confessed holiday romantic.
As I think about it, all of my holiday joys, memories, and happiness revolve around family. It doesn’t’ matter that our kids are no longer children. It only matters that they enjoy making new memories, and want to make them with us.
In this season of celebrating the birth of Christ, let’s note that Jesus and his family had “Holiday” traditions of their own: Passover, Feast of Tabernacles, Yom Kippur, to mention a few. “Going up to Jerusalem” for the feasts were national events, and not to be missed.
They contributed to the family’s unity, faith and values. Sounds good to me.
So, from my home to yours, welcome to the Holidays.