We have a 3-year-old granddaughter, Alivia, who loves Christmas and especially the beautiful, bright lights. As we would drive around town she would squeal with delight at the sight of even the smallest display.
This last week we took her home after dark, and she asked where all the lights were. I told her that Christmas was gone and would come again next year. After a few minutes of silence she said, “Grandma, where did Christmas go?”
That one small statement has stuck with me all week. Where did Christmas go? Whether we celebrate Christmas or “the holidays,” it is a special time of the year when families get together, we think of others instead of ourselves who are not only family or friends but sometimes strangers. We play beautiful music, decorate our homes and worship that someone special who we show love and dedication to.
I love the feeling that Christmas brings into my life, and if I wanted that to last then I would have to continue the spirit of Christmas all year. I am going to make a dedicated effort to think more of family, friends and even the stranger. Alivia and I will continue to sing “We Wish You a Merry Christmas,” and I will never forget to be grateful that we live in a free country.
If this is to be it has to start with me. All are welcome to join me.