In today’s Peanuts comic strip, Lucy tells about starting to count the weeks until Christmas three months before the day. Then she started counting the days and, finally, minutes. Then…..”It’s over!?” I feel a little like that today.
The world is quickly moving on as after Christmas sales are pushed from every media outlet. Year in review stories are already appearing and resolutions are being made.
But I’m not ready to let go of Christmas just yet. It helps to have a daughter and her family coming back through town today for one last meal and to get their Christmas stockings. My past few weeks have been filled with events, some planned and others not. All of which has made me feel as if I’ve not shared enough Christmas with you. So I have a bit more to share.
Yesterday, after celebrating by singing carols and hearing the Christmas story (it never gets old) we celebrated the day South Florida style. We took our son and his girlfriend boating. The weather must have been our sons Christmas gift as it’s been a bit warmer than usual for this time of year. The ocean was rougher than I’d like and we “got air” as my son exclaimed. I wouldn’t have known as I was firmly holding on behind Henry (who was at the wheel) with my eyes clinched shut. Jonathan and girlfriend laughing and me screaming. Or squealing, it’s often hard to tell.
We’ve never been out on the boat during the holidays and were treated to so many decorations along the way. These large homes (mansions to us) were decked out and must look even prettier at night. Fortunately, this part of the trip in the intracoastal is a No Wake area this time of year for the Manatee’s. No speeding through here allowed my camera to click away without bumps.
As the sun began to drop and we were shaded by the condo’s, hotels and houses the air was cooler and Jonathan and Heather (yes, the same name as his sister) found the open air and gentle rolling of the boat just right for a nap. Good thing I was sitting next to Henry or he would have dropped off too!
We came home to open presents, which have become second place to our grown children as the real gift to each other is time. We’ll have our son another day and then……and then the world will begin to move again. Creeping back into our lives will be cleaning and storing away the signs of the season. As I pack away the ornaments and wrap the baby Jesus I will think again of why we do this. Why we change our lives with the outwards signs of a celebration that is meant to bring inward change. And I will pray his birth, God’s gift of his son, will be an outward sign seen in my life everyday.