Oh what a lovely painting, filled with memories, nostalgia, days gone by and nothing but love.  Carolers huddled together singing the songs of the season – warming each other with each verse.  A house filled with good food, gifts, a decorated tree and family.  All of these things capture Christmas days of long ago.  Today we gather in different ways, but the gathering is almost always focused on the little boy in the manger who left His heavenly throne to become one of us – to take our burdens and guilt away so that we could inherit His kingdom.

What is your fondest memory of Christmas  Having lived a very full life, I have several of them.  Like my dad waiting to purchase the last tree on the lot, so he could get a good deal.  Despite the fact that there were only a few branches left, we managed to decorate that sparse evergreen with enough ornaments, lights and tinsel to make it acceptable. There was always the big cardboard box that arrived a couple weeks before Christmas, from our grandparents.  The anticipation of opeing that box seemed endless, but when we finally did, there were treasures awaiting inside.

When we started our own family, I can’t help remembering our first Christmas with our almost two year firstborn daughter.  Paul had spent the preceding four weeks building and crafting a beautiful dapple grey rocking horse for our little one.  Right up until Christmas Eve, he was putting the finishing touches on it.  Our little girl woke the next morning with a bad cold.  She looked like a little glazed donut, but she was so excited to meet her new friend.

There was the Christmas after our third child was born.  Our five year old son was so enamored with his baby sister and was very cognizant of all the beautiful Christmas hymns being sung about the baby, Jesus.  It became aparent to him that one song in particular was meant exclusively for our baby girl, named Joy, as the lyrics stated, “Joy, full of cord.”  

There were the many celebrations when we had substantial income and when we were barely getting by.  The times we didn’t know if there would be any gifts.  Through all those times the focus wasn’t on the gifts, but the real gift that came so long ago in Bethlehem.

For many this time of year causes great depression, because of lost loved ones, unrequited love, separation, illness, no jobs, desperation and so much more.  Our emotions often become heightened during this time, because we feel cheated in some way.  No matter what difficulties you may be going through right now, no matter what condition your mental, spiritual or physical health is in, remember this.  Jesus could’ve zapped every one of our sins away in an instant – without going through what He did – but He chose to show the world His unconditional love, by humbling Himself, living in poverty and suffering a torturous death.  The best part is, He didn’t stay dead.  He came back to life.  Just as we will when we die.  You can count on it.

Matthew 1:23 ESV  “Behold, the virgin shall conceive and bear a son,
    and they shall call his name Immanuel” (Which means, God with us.)




As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on
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12 Responses to CHRISTMAS PAST

  1. It is amazing how Christmas shares her memories from the past. One of my oldest daughter’s early Christmas celebrations comes from western Montana. We joined another couple in going out to national forest land to cut our own tree (permit in hand). When we placed the tree in our tiny home, we hadn’t realized how large the tree really was. While the tree definitely didn’t look like a “Charlie Brown” tree, it certainly was begging for more decorations. Our meager supply could never adequately decorate such a big, full tree.

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    • says:

      We always cut our own tree when the kids were little. Paul made it into an adventure as we bundled all of them into snowsuits and cross country skis. Being the artist that he is, he always searched for the “perfect” tree. Eventually the task became too tedious for everyone except Paul. We finally opted for an artificial tree, much to his chagrin.

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  2. K.L. Hale says:

    My friend….your words are alive and well! This is so beautiful. I love all of your memories. I have so many fond ones. The boys would receive 3 gifts, stocking stuffers, PJ’s, and a gift from Santa. One man told my oldest son (who was 4 at the time) that he’d bet the boys would get lots of presents! Jarrod said, “Nope! If Jesus only got 3 that’s what we get!” The look on the man’s face was priceless. 😂❤️🥰

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  3. Lifetime Chicago says:

    Just love this!

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