Tonight, as I look at the soft lights on our Christmas tree, I'm reminded of my childhood. I've always loved sitting and looking at the sparkling tree with all of the rest of the lights off in the room. I remember my excitement and anticipation of our Christmas mornings and seeing what Santa had brought us....and my heart was always filled with love for my family. Our parents always made our holiday so special, maybe not so much with material things but with the atmosphere of love. I am so thankful for that.
Now as a mother, I've seen our five sons grow and love Christmas, the memories they hold are as precious to them, as mine are to me. They've all grown to an age where Santa is just a wonderful fairy tale, the excitement seems to wane as each of them have discovered this. Of course we all love the true meaning of Christmas and the knowledge that it is Christ's birthday we are celebrating....but the fairytale of Santa Claus seemed to be coming to an end.
But now as a grandmother-to-be, I begin to look forward to our little granddaughter and her first Christmas next year....her excitement in the beautiful Christmas tree lights and her gifts from Santa and from all those who love her. I turn 47 this week. I can hardly believe that. I've always loved the enchantment of Santa Claus and now I will be able to enjoy it all over again with this new precious grandchild.....to see Christmas through the eyes of a child is magical ~