Favorite Christmas

It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year! Favorite Christmas

What is your Favorite Christmas of all time? That one (or two) December(s) that comes to mind, fondly?

As a Christian, celebrating the birth of the Redeemer is a big deal. After all, we are but fleeting, flawed souls save (pun intended) for Him.

Savanna chose our topic this go-round: Your Favorite Christmas!

For years I decided my favorite and least favorite Christmas by what I got. The “high” of discovering something I really wanted or was surprised by on Christmas morning was elating. I had a couple of such thrills. Likewise, I had at least one bummer disappointment in my December 25 memoirs.

After Savanna proposed that we write about our favorite Christmas I asked myself: If we are celebrating Jesus’ birthday…and the Christmas tree symbolizes the Cross, why aren’t we symbolically placing a gift under the tree for Him?

Back Story –

Next to a pony, I wanted a little girl more than anything in the world.

Spoiler Alert:  I have two favorite Christmases

First:  December 25, 1991 when my first baby-girl wish came true.  Savanna was almost two weeks late and we didn’t know if she was a boy or girl.  All of my dreams indicated she was a boy until the very last one:  on the doctor’s chart there was a scratch over boy and girl was written over it.  I remember that dream vividly.  Shortly after on December 19, Savanna arrived.  Each of those six days prior to Christmas was a sleepless, spacey state of awe for everyone  My parents were staying with us and we were all exhausted from Sav’s tardiness.  A couple times my mother came down stairs, looked at my stomach, then looked at me, and said: “is anything happening?” Baby Sav was so comfortable in my tummy the doctors ended up inducing me.  She was a precious gift for ALL of us to share in joy!

Something was definitely happening! Which is funnier looking: Me or the Tree!?

Papa holding two-day old Savanna

Second:  December 25, 2019

A couple days ago, I placed a symbolic birthday gift under our tree for Jesus. A small, shiny red box sits front and center of our Christmas tree.

The little box once held a diamond and sapphire, white gold cross and now holds much more than that. Inside the box is what Jesus wants most: faith, forgiveness, trust, peace, and patience. And lest I forget he also wants sin stuff too — the junk he came here for in the first place. My ocean of muck and junk is in that little, red box too. It feels so good to give that away, might I say.

Everything in the box cost me nothing yet cost Him everything. By giving it to Him, I get so much more in return.

I don’t deserve it, but in return I get eternal life. IMHO that is the ultimate “give to get” circle of life metaphor.

That is why this is one of my top two Christmases ever.

The “magic” of Christmas is real. Give to receive it.

Thank you for reading!

Love, Shelley

And call upon me in the day of trouble: I will deliver thee, and thou shalt glorify me ~ Psalm 50:15

I sought the LORD, and he answered me; he delivered me from all my fears ~ Psalm 34:4

Happy 28th Birthday Savanna ~ You’re a dream come true ~