Christmas is a little bit harder than other times. I think because in my family, like so many others, traditons were so important and my dad really loved Christmas. It started with the weekly reading of the advent devotions and lighting of our advent candles. Christmas Eve, was filled with singing by the piano.
Dad would love to sing all the verses of the 12 days of Christmas. He sang loud and proud. Last year we even sang Christmas Carols on the phone to my sister Molly over the phone because she was in the hospital with her newborn Anne. On Christmas morning he would read a most beloved book, ” A Very Special Baby ” before we would open presents. Dad was also known for wrapping up presents he had bought for around the house and wrap them up as gifts for himself to open up. This picture is of Mom and Dad with Christmas tags on the new glasses that they had bought earlier that month.
I heard the song, Home for Christmas by Steven Curtis Chapman the other day. These are the last two verses from the song. It’s about a Grandma going to heaven and being home for Christmas. It made me think of Dad and imagine what it’s like for him right now. Lillian hopes that he has got to meet Joseph and Mary.
And as we sing ‘Joy to the World’ I can’t help thinking
Of the joy that’s in her eyes right now.
And though our hearts still ache, we know that as we celebrate,
She’s singing with the herald angels and heaven’s glowing on her face.
And now she’s home for Christmas and now she’s home to stay;
She’s home for Christmas, and nothin’ could’ve kept her away.
She’ll be face to face with Jesus, as we celebrate His birth,
And this gift will be worth more to her than anything on earth.
She’s home, she’s home for Christmas.
She is home, she’s home for Christmas.