Have yourself a retching little Christmas
So yesterday, we did the traditional afternoon movie (seeing more crowds than we used to) and then had the traditional chicken tortilla soup with the man-child. Then we went to a Christmas Eve candle lighting service (loved the not yet 3-year-old boy at his second such service in 24 hours who kept saying “I want fire” in that little boy voice everyone hears), and headed home for a quiet evening. All was as planned – until my stomach started to protest. I spent the night in a lot of pain, repeatedly throwing up and doing other things I shall not mention here. Finally napped a bit, fitfully, after 7 AM.
I encouraged Lori and our son to enjoy the orange cinnamon rolls – a new family tradition I shall join in next year. I managed to crawl out of bed so we could open our few simple gifts (minus the traditional eggnog, not a good plan) then went back to bed. When I woke up late afternoon, Lori and I watched the Extended Edition The Fellowship of the Ring, part of Lord of the Rings trilogy, as sitting was about all the exertion I could manage. My feasting was limited to ginger ale and a very small bowl of yogurt.
Not the Christmas I would have wanted, but you know what, it really wasn’t so bad (other than the pain and throwing up). I was able to focus on Jesus, spend time with my church family, and be with part of my closest family. Those are the important things, and no amount of feasting, partying, expensive gifts, or travel mean anything without what I did have. When I stepped back to look at it, I realised I am indeed blessed.
My prayer for you tonight, and next year, is God will help you to see what matters, and to be grateful for Him and for those He has given you.