I hope you're having the most awesome Christmas season EVER (especially after we came up with those 100 reasons why it SO matters that Jesus was born). One of the things I love most about Christmas is that it isn't just one day -- it's a whole SEASON of days -- 12 of them, actually. Of course, every one of them isn't like Christmas morning . . . or isn't it?
I mean, why couldn't it be? No, you aren't going to wake up at the crack of dawn for twelve days in a row and tear out to the tree to open a bunch of presents. At least, not THOSE kinds of presents. But if you look hard enough, I think you can find a pile of gifts every single morning of the Twelve Days of Christmas. (That, by the way, is where the song comes from -- although the singer sure got some odd presents as far as I'm concerned. I don't think I really want eleven lords a- leaping in my living room). On these mornings it isn't some form of Santa who has brought the goodies, but God himself.
Take this past Sunday, for instance. We went to see a litter of yellow lab puppies, three weeks old, and we bought two -- a brother and a sister! Guinness and Geneveve will be coming to live with us January 26. I know that in spite of the peeing on the floor and the chewing on my shoes and the waking up in the middle of the night to go outside, they are going to be a gift of love and joy WAY beyond Christmas. By the way, you're all going to help me raise them, aren't you? You'll get to watch them grow up, right here on the blog -- and I know they'll have so many lessons to teach us.
Yesterday my gifts continued to pile up. One girl on my teen blog sent me a recording of her singing. It was GORGEOUS! Another girl emailed me and said the books of mine she got for Christmas were her fave presents ever. I've already had a gift this morning -- four cardinals at the bird feeder, bright red against the bare branches.
Not everything is a gift, of course. I have to go to the dentist today -- and that is not on anybody's wish list. My website isn't working for some reason. The hot tub is broken and I would love a a soak. But the Christmas season is a time for discovering the gifts God gives us that aren't bought or wrapped, can't be shaken or squeezed before we open them, and can't be returned to the store (because who would want to?) And not just the obvious things -- your mom and dad, a roof over your head, food on the table -- but the little stuff that in a way thrills us as much as the items we dig out of the bottom of the stocking.
Maybe for you it's the fact that you're starting to get along better with your siblings (at least nobody has drawn blood recently). Or you're not afraid to sleep without a night light any more. You've finally found a BFF (or several CFFs), or you can look in the mirror and think, "I'm actually kind of cute. I like me." Maybe today's gift goes a little deeper -- maybe you're thinking about God more, or you've finally learned how to talk to God, or you've discovered that God still loves you even when you're mad at Him. Whatever your gift on this sixth day of Christmas is, these things probably apply to it:
* it fits you perfectly
* you have no desire to return it
* you can use it over and over and it won't break
* you don't mind sharing it
* it doesn't require batteries to keep on going -- just some attention from you
* you'll never get tired of it
* you wish everybody could have oneSo if you want to post today, tell us what gift you've discovered on this sixth day of Christmas. If you're REALLY up for it, you can share SIX -- one for each day so far. However many you post, I know that by the end of a day of reading each other's comments, we're all going to feel like it's Christmas morning.Blessings, Mini-Women!