What does Christmas mean to me?
It’s tough. Of course it means the birth of our Lord. It means celebrating His birthday.
In addition to this, it means a time of slowing down. Taking a break from the hustle and bustle of life. Easing up on the stress that bogs us down on a daily basis.
It’s spending time with family. It’s remembering the meaning of this life.
Remembering that it’s not the bills, the house, the job, or even the stuff. It’s the lives that we can affect, the kids that we raise, and the parents we make proud.
It’s the celebrating, the time spent together, and the memories we make.
It’s remembering that the gifts under the tree are objects to show our affection to those we love. Remembering it’s not to replace time we spend with them.
I want my kids to remember the amazing times we spend rather than the gifts they were given.
That’s what I remember.
I can hardly remember a single gift from growing up but I remember the Christmas Eve nights spent with one set of grandparents. Christmas morning spent with the other set.
How do you feel about Christmas? What will your kids remember?