One of my favoite things growing up was decorating our family Christmas tree. I can remember looking at the tree for hours after it was finished. My dad would always play the same music every year while my brothers and I would tear through the boxes filled with lights and decorations from the years past. I can remember watching the “Christmas Story” and reading “The Polar Express” as I imagined myself getting a motorcycle on Christmas day. Although the motorcycle never came with Santa’s sleigh, I always felt blessed and loved on Christmas day…something I know some kids will never feel. Today, I feel blessed beyond measure as I celebrate the true meaning of Christmas with my own little family and share in the hope Christ brings to the world. On Sunday I had the opportunity to watch my little girls pull out lights and add their touches to our tree. I don’t decorate much anymore, I just watch and remember…I love our tree! It doesn’t really have a specific look…it just feels like us. We have everything from “the rocking horse” that some old lady gave me back in 1977 to the “green frog” that represents no other than “Bubs” a.k.a. “Bubba/Bubbe.” It’s madness every year as I find myself digging through old boxes and climbing into tight places to find that “one lost item” that I somehow seemed to have misplaced. In the end, Natalie and I always come back to sitting and smiling together as we remember…our kids, ourselves, our stories and the story that God Himself wrote for all of us. May your Christmas be filled with the Joy that only Christ can bring…
In Him,
The Carr’s
