Christmas is coming.
Every year, as I grow older and possibly wiser, I see more and more people impossibly melancholy during what should be the happiest season of the year.
It breaks my heart.
I wish I could give each of you, big fluffy snowflakes, sugar cookies, soft and warm from the oven, a beautifully decorated Christmas tree, piled high beneath it with brightly wrapped presents for each child, the family you are separated from, a warm fire in the hearth and a freezer and pantry full of food.
Instead, I can only promise you, that I am here, thinking of you. Keeping you in my prayers. I will send you the best of all my thoughts, wishes and feelings, and I will promise you that I will not stop. I will not give up and I will not quit.
We all know and understand that Christmas isn’t really about parties, gifts and cookies. But we also know, us parents, how it makes us feel inside, not to be able to give them.
Maybe we each feel, as I do, like The Little Drummer Boy felt, when he realized he had no gift to give the precious baby in the manger. Maybe… we should all remember, the gift of giving ourselves, and what we have inside us, love, is the greatest gift of all.
So, if the “holiday season” is just too hard, too painful, simply too much for you, please remember that I am here.
For you. I am here to listen, if you would like to be heard. To talk, to laugh and wish, hope and pray with you or for you. I am here. To share with you my life, our lives and stories with you, if that is all you need of me.
Our Salvation was born during this season. It is His birthday we celebrate.
It is our love of our brothers and sisters that is the most precious gift of all.