Not a present was under the tree,
the lights which had been shining brightly
were neglected and not plugged in,
even the hearth was dark and ashy,
void of a fire's glow
there was no cocoa,
no christmas carols playing throughout the house.
the day lay open before us,
no plans were had,
there was no one visiting and
no one to visit
it was just,
the day after christmas
while children played and baby slept,
a phone call made this mama wonder,
words spoken on the other end,
"do they feel the sadness,
now that the excitement is over?"
i question the meaning of this,
and more words come,
after you unwrapped presents yesterday
came the boredom,
and today enters
i muster up a small laugh,
while my mind ponders these ideas,
wondering if this is true,
does christmas end with boredom
my own children,
young and precious,
have i failed to impart meaning into christmas,
what thoughts of importance have we cultivated
in our home?
through with the phone call,
desperate to know if they get it,
or if they are experiencing the boredom,
i find my young ones,
playing with new toys,
and i sit down quietly,
not quite sure what to say,
and waves of uncertainty wash over me,
but i ask...
"are you guys sad that christmas is over?"
they look up at me with curious eyes,
smiles beaming brightly and i know
there is no sadness behind them
and an answer comes from six year old
"christmas isn't over mama.
it's always christmas.
the day of it that we get stuff is fun,
but after we get to play with our stuff,
and we get to remember Jesus
and love each other
and be nice
forever, so it's always
and i kiss his forehead,
leave them there playing
and whisper heart praise
knowing they get it,
and together we can celebrate christmas
continuing to count my gifts...
it's always christmas
beautiful young ones who don't get bored or sad at the "end"
christmas dinner with my mama
two wonderful weeks with my little sister
God's constant provision, even when we can't see the way
a husband who delights in play and guiding his children
the quiet moments, few though they may be...
linking with ann today