Christmas day was a time for family; a time for food; a time to see my cousins; a time to wear that new outfit I got from mom and dad; a time for candies on the table; turkey, stuffing, turnips, mashed potatoes and gravy and of course the pillbury cresent rolls. But it always had Jesus in it.
Christmas eve was always a drag because I had to go to bed so early. My sisters would wake me up around 3am and start sending me in to ask my parents if we could get up yet. This would go on every 15 minutes for a couple of hours before my parents would actually let us get up.
I don't know if it's all the conditioning I had as a kid but I'm still getting up early in the morning and going in and asking my KIDS if we can get up now and open presents! My three scrooges are so spoiled rotten that they don't even care. The presents are opened, the paper and boxes are everywhere, everyone is miserable because they were up late the night before and of course no one feels like eating because of the feast they were consuming just a few hours before. Then of course all the bills come in and we have to pay for everything! It's all become so comercial and I've tried so hard to keep up with the Joneses that I've fallen right into the whole secular trap. Christmas is suppose to be about the birth of the Saviour; a time for celebrating that as a family but sadly I've never bought Him a thing! Christ definitly needs to be put back into Christmas. How do we turn back the clock and bring back the real reason for the season? Yes, believe it.....it can even happen to a pastor's family. I think maybe I should just not buy any presents, have no dinner, forget about planning any family activities and just sleep in late and celebrate the birth of our Lord in the middle of July instead........I wonder how that would go over?
I don't know why you didn't get this comment the first time I wrote it so I will try again.
ReplyDeleteI totally agree with you Rhonda. I think we should start a revolution and change Christmas day to June 25. Since Dec. 25 is probably not when He was born anyway. The world has so commercialized it anyway. Any resembleance to the true meaning of Christmas is totally gone.
Jesus was in the Pillsbury crescent rolls??
ReplyDeleteI certainly hope that my guys never get to be the way you describe in your place. They are 11 and still believe in Santa (or so they say, perhaps just to humour me). :)
I remember when they were 4 or 5 I heard scruffling around in the living room at 5 a.m.
I went out and there was Tiny digging into his stocking. He was wearing a new pair of earmuffs from the stocking and held out the clementine that he found in it to show me.
I went in to get Cheryl and surprisingly, Boo was still asleep.
Cheryl asked if we could just get them to stay in their room another hour or so. I replied "Cheryl, this train is rolling and isn't going to stop. Get up."
I loved that. I still smile thinking of the little monkey in the earmuffs holding that clementine out to me.
This year it was much better. They gave us until 7 or so.
It will be easier when they don't believe in Santa anymore. We were hauling a piano up out of the garage and I was assembling rototoms for the drum kit at 11:30.
It won't be nearly as much fun though...