Celebrating Christmas can be exhausting. Let me explain.
When I was growing up, Christmas was magical. I loved the lights, color, and decorations. And I still love anything that glitters. Our church sponsored a school and I recall listening to the Messiah. In high school I sang parts of the cantata in choir, so it became part of my soul.
We always got a tree the week prior to Christmas, and we had bubble lights that worked if you sat them straight enough on the tree. Back then, strings of lights would stop working if just one light went out, and I remember Daddy testing every light to make the strand come back on. And icicles.You don’t see those used as much today, but they were thin pieces resembling sparkly foil. We were supposed to put them on the tree one at a time, but I loved to toss them on because the lights reflected off and make them so pretty. I recall being excited about the packages under the tree, and Mother seemed to know what I liked.
Then I got married and had my own family. Once I started homeschooling, the list of things I had to do got so long that I dreaded the holidays. Celebrating Christmas became a drag. Take one child here and the other child there. Decorate. Shop. Wrap. Cook. Decorate more. Christmas meant more work.
The Bible talks about the angels singing Glory to God in the highest, and on earth, peace, goodwill to men. I missed all of that. Drudgery replaced celebration.
I think it was easier when I was little. I could focus on the birth of Jesus, and the beauty. Because that’s the important part anyhow.
Today I have Peggy Sue Wells, author of Homeless for the Holidays. The family in the story lost their home. Believe it or not, they learned to celebrate Christmas without exhaustion. Peggy Sue will share how.