In recent years many of my doctors have started conversations with these words: “At your age….” At your age I want you to take a baby aspirin (even though I have no family history of heart issues)At your age your teeth start to shift. At your age your eyes, your skin, your sleep…..
There is one childhood Christmas that sticks in my mind. It’s the year I asked Santa for an Easy-bake Oven. I was 8 or 9 and the anticipation filled me with such excitement that I woke up in the middle of the night to peek into our living room to see if Santa had come.
There is another year where I remember hearing the reports of where Santa and his sleigh were at that moment. I was a year or two younger and don’t remember the desired present but it was the excitement and anticipation of the event.
At my age, I’ve seen a lot of Christmases. Not all were happy or filled with excitement. We shift from the fables and presents and getting and think more about preparing and giving. We try to figure out ways to balance all the things without losing the reason we celebrate.
At my age I want the kind of Christmases where I still experience the wonder of the season. I want to be filled with the glory the angels sang about and know the joy of giving.
At my age I want to hold dearly in my heart the memories of those we’ve lost while I hold the joy of their eternal peace and wholeness.
I want to deck the halls and smile at the twinkling lights, to line our shelves with the Santa’s collected over the years, to celebrate the remnants of our past and the hope of our future.
At my age, I want to remember that Christ is being born every day, over and over in our life when we cling to his hope and peace and share his joy and love.
6 thoughts on “Christmas at My Age”
Thank you for this beautiful snippet for my early morning reading this December day. It perfectly expresses my heart also. Going to share it with my friends!
Thank you for your kind words, Susie. I’m glad it resonated with you. Happy Christmas!
I so enjoyed this post. At my age I want Christ to be born inside me everyday,too
I’m so glad, Gabriele. Merry Christmas!
Oh the truck, the Santa mugs, the memories. You’ve captured my heart yet once again, friend.
I hope your celebration was sheer delight! Let’s see what God has for us in 2019 …
Thank you, Linda. It was filled with joy that still overflows. I’m thankful to be looking at what’s ahead with you.