Deck the Halls with Boughs of Holly,
Get lots of gifts, we’ll all be jolly.
Oh my goodness is this what Christmas is all about?
Nowadays, it certainly seems like it.
I enjoy reflecting on my childhood and the real meaning of Christmas. Mother instilled in me, and my brothers and sisters that the real meaning of Christmas is His love for us. We as mortals, many times find it difficult to see or understand the spiritual, heavenly love of our heavenly father. So our creator gave us His Son, the Christ Child as an earthly example of his love. Mother taught us to be thankful for all gifts and that the most precious gifts and most appreciated are those given with love.
We made many of our gifts for one another. Gifts like cars or boats whittled from scrap wood, trucks made from a scrap piece of 2x4, with wheels made from the discarded spools of thread that mother used for repairing or making clothes. Homemade cookies were another gift given from oneself.
We were poor so we were joyful when Santa filled our stockings with an apple, an orange, nuts and a candy cane. Christmas morning would find us outside in the fresh fallen snow looking on the roof for telltale tracks of Santa’s sleigh and reindeer hoof prints. We all hoped that Santa would know the love and gratitude we felt for what we had received. And if perhaps we each got a toy from Santa’s workshop that made it even more special.
At Christmas dinner, with the smell of roast goose or turkey, mashed potatoes, turnips, homemade biscuits and homemade pies the aroma of which filled the house, we would all sit quietly as thanks was given for not only the bounty before us, but especially the reason for the season. The special gift of our creator’s special love for us is very apparent because of the Christ Child.
HE gave us His Son, not just as a gift of love, but as a guiding light to help us through this life.
My reflections give me warm fuzzy feelings every time I think of the real meaning of Christmas, as taught by my mother. I hope they do the same for you.