This Christmas was full of memories. The memory of my first Christmas with Tom. The Christmas’s when the children were small. I can still see my son at age 6 months as he sat under the tree. His eyes were as big as saucers and he giggled as the lights blinked. Our daughter had her first Christmas with palm trees while we were stationed in Florida. The doll Tom purchased for her was bigger than she was!
But my first memory of Christmas was when I was 5 yrs old. Dad was stationed at Fort Bragg, NC the first place I also remember living. It is here I got my first bike although I think it was for my birthday and not Christmas. Christmas was reserved for baby dolls for my sister and me, and a Texaco or Hess truck for my brother. Along with games,puzzles, coloring books and crayons, doll houses and stuffed animals. Dad loved to get us the musical ones from Radio Shack as we got older. Although I loved my dolls I always remember playing with my brothers Lincoln Logs and playing with his GI Joe, my Barbie did not have a Ken doll, instead I took my brothers GI Joe (back when they were made the same size as Barbie) and married him off to my Barbie. My Barbie was an Army wife!
As we got older the gifts changed, coloring books for paint sets and dolls for perfume, make up and girly things. But one thing never changed our Christmas pj’s. That was the gift we could always count on. The one thing we always received until well in adulthood were pajamas. Picture me newly married and for our first Christmas we went to my mother’s house and presented our gifts and lo and behold I had my Christmas pj’s. After mom passed away I think getting my Christmas pj’s was one of the things I missed the most from that first Christmas without her. And as traditions go my children also received pj’s every Christmas until my son got too
old cool for them and my daughter prefers to choose her own. Now I await grandchildren so I can continue the tradition of buying Christmas pj’s from them.
Now as I am older in years and mature in my faith there is another gift that I can always count on and not just at Christmas. It is the gift of Jesus Christ, our Redeemer and Savior. All those years ago a little baby was born that changed the world. Today His gift of Salvation is a gift we can always count on.
May you carry the gift of Jesus in your heart all year-long.