Christmas has changed quite a bit for me since I was a ￼child. Even though my parents did a lot to remind us what Christmas means to those of us in the Christian faith, it was genuinely mostly about presents. I see this same perspective in my boys. Despite our best efforts and discussions and books and going to church services, I still see their eyes gravitate towards the presents.
Oh to have a childlike view of the world again. When upsets and booboos can be cured with a hug and a kiss. When the worst thing is missing some time with electronics or having to take a nap. When the worries and concerns are confined to brotherly squabbles that are over when someone is tickled. When mom and dad can make all things right with the world.
Those were simpler times and there is literally no greater joy at Christmas time than to see the love and enthusiasm in my boys. For them, the moment is all there is. For them, life is meant to be embraced wholeheartedly and unreservedly. For them, life is simple.
I hope to reclaim some of that, to embrace the moment, to celebrate what my whole heart, and to bask in the love of our Savior and those who want to be with me on this special day.
I close with this Irish blessing …