“The house is alive with the sounds of Christmasssssss”
Or something like that..
The day began relatively early (830) with my youngest brother barging into my rent-a-room begging me to get out of bed. Doing such a thing required me to exert more effort than I deemed necessary as my air-mattress was pretty deflated. I woke up in the middle of the night feeling like I was being compounded into a taco.
So after my awakening, I called my beautiful girl, told her Merry Christmas (My first present), and shuffled my half-awake feet out into the living room. The branches were lit, star gleaming up on the top, and presents gathered around the base of the tree. My childhood resembled in the familiar faces of family. It was as if I were 6 years old again, astounded by the sheer amount of gifts, wrapped and ready to be dug into. This time was different though…I’m a now 200 lb, 23 year old and to see that dive into presents (who aren’t for him) would have been concerning to say the least.
My baby brother and sister were teeming with excitement. We could barely contain them from tearing into their gifts! My oldest siblings and I took our seats and my father read us the Christmas story. The old familiar phrase rung out and I was instantly reminded of years past.
“In those days a decree went out from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be registered..” Luke 2:1
Such a familiar, oft overlooked story this time of year. Honestly, how many times have we been told, reminded, and then told again about the birth of Jesus? Of course we’re desensitized. That doesn’t matter though. Regardless of how many times we’ve heard it, seen it acted out, or read about it, there’s still
magic scandal scattered through the birth of Jesus..A story plagued by manslaughter, divorce, and tragedy but ultimately one that tells of God becoming a man; a baby born to die.
It’s hard keeping two 3 year olds at bay during a moment of solitude but my parents tried the best they could. Then, finally, as if the moment would never have come, my baby siblings screamed with joy as presents were distributed. Wrapping paper flew, thank you’s given, and toys were released from their plastic prisons. As quickly as the moment came, it ended.
I’ve not done much with my day. In fact, I’m still in my comfy pajama pants that Makayla bought me (<3). The most I’ve moved today was to walk across the walkway to the church and sing with my siblings (T’was not pretty). I’m entirely exhausted though and am finding myself rather sore. I played two hours worth of basketball and racquetball with my brother-in-law and father yesterday…Both of them kicked my butt…Maybe that’s why it’s so sore?
I’m incredibly thankful today. I’m able to be with my family who loves me unconditionally. I’m blessed to experience the care and commitment of a girl who accepts me for who I am (and vic versa). I’ve also been rescued from my sin because of a Savior who gave His life for me.
I have absolutely nothing to complain about.
So, I will continue sitting upon this couch, I’m going to keep watching “Elf”, and I’m going to take it all in. The food was good, life is better, God is great.