Where we're from, and maybe where you're from too, it's as common as breathing to hear,
"I hope you have a good Christmas."
Well, our Christmas was certainly, thankfully, miraculously, GOOD. Not because our family was void of sickness or brokenness. Not because all was as it should have been. And not because every glittered aspect of it was perfect. No, quite the contrary, but it was STILL good.
Very good.
I had good intentions of getting new stockings sewn, and after congestion moved into my sinus cavities, cutting them out of neutral fabrics is as far as I got. Our girls dug their goodies out of white, glittered gift bags instead.
I don't anticipate that they'll need therapy though.
I can't say it was good because each gift was meticulously wrapped either. Near the end, I started forgoing the boxes altogether, and going straight for the paper. Lots of gifts looked more like sleeping bags than what they really were. Martha would've been disappointed.
It wasn't good because all of our shopping was taken care of well in advance, since Brad and I found ourselves out on Christmas Eve! We made it to our family's gathering that evening with NO time to spare. The food we took wasn't froofy either.
I had planned on froofiness.
It was GOOD, because no matter our circumstances, Christmas itself, never disappoints. After all, He has come for US, this Jesus! That alone is full of perfect, matchless, wondrous goodness, and I can think of no greater gift. I certainly hope that you had a good Christmas, too.
~Tricia
