Mary’s Dream

(Author unknown)

I had a dream, Joseph.

I don’t understand it, not really, but I think it was about a birthday celebration for our Son. I think that was what it was all about. The people had been preparing for it for about six weeks. They had decorated the house and bought new clothes. They’d gone shopping many times and bought elaborate gifts. It was peculiar, though, because the presents weren’t for our Son. They wrapped them in beautiful paper and tied them with lovely bows and stacked them under a tree. Yes, a tree, Joseph, right in their house. They’d decorated the tree also. The branches were full of glowing balls and sparkling ornaments. There was a figure on the top of the tree. It looked like an angel might look. Oh, it was beautiful. Everyone was laughing and happy. They were all excited about the gifts. They gave the gifts to each other, Joseph, not our Son. I don’t think they even knew Him. They never mentioned His name. Doesn’t it seem odd for people to go through all that trouble to celebrate someone’s birthday if they don’t know Him? I had the strangest feeling that if our Son had gone to this celebration he would have been intruding. Everything was so beautiful, Joseph, and everyone so full of cheer, but it made me want to cry. How sad for Jesus – not to be wanted at His own birthday celebration. I’m glad it was only a dream.

How terrible, Joseph, if it had been real.

See also:

Christmas Devotional Reading

Maryโ€™s Virginity

For God so loved that He gaveโ€ฆ

Ten free gifts for Christmas

Christmas quotes.

Christmas funnies or jokes #1 and #2.

The Primary Purpose of a Home.

If I were a goose

The Perfect Christmas

Christmas Grief

Christmas Tree Treasures

tree-1.jpgMorning Glory is hosting a time for us to share special Christmas tree ornaments and any stories behind them. We just got our tree up Saturday, and I am just getting the pictures up today.

I don’t know if any other moms struggled with this, but early on I had to make a decision between whether I’d have a “designer” tree with everything to my tastes and “just so,” or whether to have a tree the whole family could participate in. Of course, the latter won out: family is a big part of Christmas, not having everything decorated a certain way. So, this tree is a hodgepodge, but we have fun with it. ๐Ÿ™‚

Here is the full view:

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These are some felts ones I made early on in our marriage, I think from a kit. I love the little sheep.

This is a Boyd’s Bear ornament my dear friend Carol gave me:

This is from a set of Victorian ornaments that I love which icludes a ball and a teardrop shape with the same little flower cluster:

This is a nativity ornament which clips on to one of the light bulbs so it shines through. Someone gave this to someone else at a Secret Sister Christmas party at church, and I liked it so much I went out and bought one for us. ๐Ÿ™‚ I think it is the only Hallmark ornament we have.

This is from a gingerbread man set. I think I got it (just because it is cute) from a store we used to have nearby that sold pools in the summer and Christmas stuff in the fall and winter, but it went out of business.

One of my sisters made these little cross-stitch banners for us one year.

This is from a cute little button and wire set.

This is one I made early on. It has about 1/3 of a toilet paper roll inside and is wrapped in a strip of red felt. White felt circles go over the ends and cross-stitch floss is used to sew the tops and bottoms on in that drum-like pattern. Then little strips of felt are rolled around the end of toothpicks for the drumsticks, and they are glued on. This is made to sit on a branch, but you could use the same floss to make a loop through the edge of the top white felt circle.

This is from a cute little felt snowman set I liked. I bought it rather than made it, but I made the little plastic canvas candy cane.

I took these off so I could take a picture of them in a set. I made them when I worked at a fabric store. Different workers would be asked to make different things from the store, the store would provide the materials, and we would get to keep them after they were taken off display. These are very simple, just cut from the print-outs on the cloth, sewn, and stuffed. If I were doing them today I would add some decorative stitching or quilting or something. I am almost to the point of not really wanting to use them any more, but the kids still love them. When they were little, they would be allowed to hang these and other soft ornaments on the lower branches while Jim and I hung the more delicate ones up high. As they got older, they were convinced that the little girl ornament was carrying an axe rather than a tree and that she was after the boy ornament with it, and they would hang them right next to each other. Boys. ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™„

This is another one I bought “just because” I thought it was pretty, and I love heart shapes.

These are a set I bought, I think, from some home-party company. Jesse enjoyed hanging them in a diagonal row across the front of the tree.

I don’t know where we got this one. I think maybe one of the kids got it during a Christmas party. It’s another one I would probably toss except they love it: they call it the “the misshapen bear.” I don’t know what happened to its little face. The white underneath is from a snowman ornament that is a little behind it from this perspective.

This one is special to me because it is one of the first ones I ever made. I found the little circle, stained it, found the little miniature tree, dipped the tips of its branches in glue and then it different colors of glitter, then glued it into the circle and added a gold thread loop.

When Jeremy and Jason were first in school, the school they were in asked committees of moms to make ornaments for the class each year. The ornaments were different from year to year and class to class just depending on what the moms for each room wanted to do. Eventually they stopped, I think because they didn’t have enough moms who had the time to keep doing it. I wished I had kept up the tradition of making an ornament for each of them each year. This is just one of those, made when Jeremy was in second grade.

This is, I think, our newest one, bought last year at the Christian bookstore. Having all boys, I’ve loved cards and ornaments with little shepherd boys.

This is from a set someone made for us, and, though I really appreciate the thought…. I don’t really like the ornaments themselves. But the boys love them.

This is one of my two attempts at One Stroke painting.

This is one of several cross-stitch ornaments I made several years ago. I think these were the first things I cross-stitched.

So, there you have a sampling of some of our favorite ornaments…a mixture of home-made and store-bought, elegant and childish, cute and….not. ๐Ÿ™‚ We always enjoy putting them on as a family. Each boy has his own special ones he likes to put on, and we like to go over the stories of them.

Now, I am going to try to publish this post and hope it doesn’t crash with all of the pictures. ๐Ÿ™‚ Come over to Morning Glory’s and scroll down to the Christmas tree treasure post to see some others’ treasures or link to your own.

“If I were a goose”

(Author Unknown)

There was once a man who didn’t believe in God, and he didn’t hesitate to let others know how he felt about religion and religious holidays, like Christmas. His wife, however, did believe, and she raised their children to also have faith in God and Jesus, despite his disparaging comments.

One snowy Christmas Eve, his wife was taking their children to a Christmas Eve service in the farm community in which they lived. She asked him to come, but he refused. “That story is nonsense!” he said. “Why would God lower Himself to come to Earth as a man? That’s ridiculous!” So she and the children left, and he stayed home. A while later, the winds grew stronger and the snow turned into a blizzard. As the man looked out the window, all he saw was a blinding snowstorm. He sat down to relax before the fire for the evening.

Then he heard a loud thump. Something had hit the window. Then another thump. He looked out, but couldn’t see more than a few feet. When the snow let up a little, he ventured outside to see what could have been beating on his window. In the field near his house he saw a flock of wild geese. Apparently they had been flying south for the winter when they got caught in the snowstorm and couldn’t go on. They were lost and stranded on his farm, with no food or shelter. They just flapped their wings and flew aroundthe field in low circles, blindly and aimlessly. A couple of them had flown into his window, it seemed.

The man felt sorry for the geese and wanted to help them. The barn would be a great place for them to stay, he thought. It’s warm and safe; surely they could spend the night and wait out the storm. So he walked over to the barn and opened the doors wide, then watched and waited, hoping they would notice the open barn and go inside. But the geese just fluttered around aimlessly and didn’t seem to notice the barn or realize what it could mean for them. The man tried to get their attention, but that just seemed to scare them and they moved further away. He went into the house and came with some bread, broke it up, and made a bread crumb trail leading to the barn. They still didn’t catch on. Now he was getting frustrated. He got behind them and tried to shoo them toward the barn, but they only got more scared and scattered in every direction except toward the barn.

Nothing he did could get them to go into the barn where they would be warm and safe. “Why don’t they follow me?!” he exclaimed. “Can’t they see this is the only place where they can survive the storm?” He thought for a moment and realized that they just wouldn’t follow a human. “If only I were a goose, then I could save them,” he said out loud. Then he had an idea. He went into barn, got one of his own geese, and carried it in his arms as he circled around behind the flock of wild geese. He then released it. His goose flew through the flock and straight into the barn–and one by one the other geese followed it to safety.

He stood silently for a moment as the words he had spoken a few minutes earlier replayed in his mind: “If only I were a goose, then I could save them!” Then he thought about what he had said to his wife earlier. “Why would God want to be like us? That’s ridiculous!” Suddenly it all made sense. That is what God had done. We were like the geese–blind, lost, perishing. God had His Son become like us so He could show us the way and save us. That was the meaning of Christmas, he realized.

As the winds and blinding snow died down, his soul became quiet and pondered this wonderful thought. Suddenly he understood what Christmas was all about, why Christ had come. Years of doubt and disbelief vanished like the passing storm. He fell to his knees in the snow, and prayed his first prayer: “Thank You, God, for coming in human form to get me out of the storm!”

Let the spirit of Christmas begin in your heart.

See also:

Christmas Devotional Reading

Ten free gifts for Christmas

Maryโ€™s Virginity

For God so loved that He gaveโ€ฆ

Maryโ€™s Dream

Christmas quotes.

Christmas funnies or jokes #1 and #2.

The Primary Purpose of a Home.

The Perfect Christmas

Christmas Grief

Christmas funnies

These have been collected from various places over the years. Enjoy!

Planning a Christmas weekend of entertaining guests, I made a list of things I needed to do, including taking food out of the freezer and grocery shopping.As it happened, a friend whom I had been promising to take to lunch asked if we could make it that Friday. So, hopping into the car, I taped my “to do” list to the dashboard and went and picked her up. As she settled into the car, her face dropped.

“Thanks a lot!” she sulked.

Then I glanced at my list and saw the first item: “Take out the turkey.”

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A kindly 90-year-old grandmother found buying presents for family and friends a bit much last Christmas. So this year she wrote out checks for each of them to send in their Christmas cards. In each card she carefully wrote, “Buy your own present this year.” and then sent them off.

After the Christmas festivities were over, she found the checks under a pile of papers on her desk!

Everyone on her gift list had received a beautiful Christmas card from her with “Buy your own present this year” written inside–without the check!

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There was a woman who had waited until the last minute to send Christmas cards. She knew she had 49 folks on her list. So she rushed into a store and bought a package of 50 cards without really looking at them. Still in a big hurry, she addressed the 49 and signed them, still without reading the message inside.

On Christmas Day when things had quieted down somewhat, she happened to come across the leftover card and finally read the message she had sent to 49 of her friends. Much to her dismay, it read like this:
“This card is just to say,
A little gift is on the way.”

Suddenly she realized that 49 of her friends were expecting a gift from her–a gift that would never come.

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Did you know that some psychiatrists claim that hanging lights on a Christmas tree is one of the three most stressful situations in relationships? They say the other two danger zones are teaching your mate to drive and wallpapering. With this in mind I present to you a …

…List of Things *not* to Say when Hanging Lights on the ChristmasTree!

“You’ve got two red lights right next to each other. You’re supposed to go yellow, green, red, blue, not yellow, red, red, green,blue…”

“Up a little higher. You can reach it. Go on, try.”

“What do you do to these lights when you put them away every year? Tie them in knots?”

“Here! Give me that!”

“I don’t care if you have found another two strings, I’m done!”

“You’ve just wound ’em around and around – I thought we agreed it shouldn’t look like a spiral this year?”

“Where’s the cat?”

“You’ve got the whole thing on the tree upside down. The electric plug thingie should be down here at the bottom, not up at the top.”

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(Graphics copyright ยฉ2006 Julia Bettencourt. Used with permission.)

Christmas Devotional Reading

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As I did for Thanksgiving, I want to take the next few weeks leading up to Christmas and post several things — anecdotes, quotes, jokes, poems, prose, etc. — related to the holidays. I have been writing and compiling what started out as a newsletter but ended up as a 12-16 page booklet for our ladies’ group at church for six years now. I love it: I think it is my favorite ministry. Usually some part of it touches on the holiday or season at hand, so I have collected a lot of things in my files over the years that I would like to share with you.

Should Christians Abandon Christmas? Sinclair Ferguson makes some great points.

The highest priority in Christmas reading, of course, is the Bible itself. Here are a few Advent Reading Plans.

I’ve already posted one of my favorites, a Christmas-based I Cor. 13. I think I need to read that at least once a week in December. Today I want to list some excellent Christmas devotional reading.

I loved this Story Behind Longfelllow’s “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day.”

Elisabeth Elliot is one of my favorite people for many reasons. I received her newsletters for many years and hated to see them discontinued. Some of the Christmas-related thoughts from those newsletters stood out to me (Update 11/5/2020: The Elisabeth Elliot.org site has undergone a complete overhaul. These no longer link directly to the newsletter, but the newsletter can be downloaded from the site):

Christmas Is a Thing Too Wonderful
The Mother of the Lord
Christmas on a Bed of Pain
Crowned Because He Suffered
The Lord: Hidden, Weak, and Helpless
Do You Believe in Santa Claus? (second page)
The Nativity (second page)
Joy to the World
An Unusual Christmas Celebration
A Quieter Christmas (second page)
How Much Is Enough?
A Silver Star in a Cave (second page)
Little Mary (Scroll down)
Are Christmas Trees Okay? (Scroll down)

The holidays can compound grief for those who have lost loved ones during the year. The Most Difficult Time of the Year: How to Love Grieving Parents at Christmas had much good to say. I wrote about my own Christmas Grief due to the loss of both parents, my grandmother, and a friend during different Decembers.

This post is about not forgetting older loved ones, but it has some gift ideas for the elderly: Remembering the loved one who has forgotten you.

Finally, the morning and evening readings from C. H. Spurgeon’s Morning and Evening have stayed with me for years.

Here are some devotional thoughts from others that I have posted:

Ten free gifts for Christmas

For God so loved that He gave…

Mary’s Dream

If I were a bird

Christmas quotes.

Here are a few of my own Christmas posts:

God With Us

Not the Messiah They Were Looking For

Not the Savior They Were Looking For

Mary’s Virginity

The Perfect Christmas

There is no one right way to celebrate Christmas

Celebrating His Coming by Neglecting His Presence

Tips for “Managing” Christmas

Christmas Lights

Packing Up Christmas

And just for fun:

Christmas funnies or jokes #1 and #2.

Christmas Traditions Meme

A New Christmas Meme

If you’re looking for book-length Christmas devotional reading, some that I have enjoyed are (linked to my reviews):

Come Thou Long Expected Jesus:Experiencing the Peace and Promise of Christmas, compiled by Nancy Guthrie

From Heaven: A 28-Day Advent Devotional by A. W. Tozer

Gospel Meditations for Christmasย by Chris Anderson and Joe Tyrpak, and Michael Barrett

Joy to the World by C. H. Spurgeon

Let Every Heart Prepare Him Room: Daily Family Devotions for Advent by Nancy Guthrie

Why Christ Came: 31 Meditations on the Incarnation by Joel R. Beeke

A Christmas Longing by Joni Eareckson Tada

The Women of Christmas: Experience the Season Afresh with Elizabeth, Mary, and Anna by Liz Curtis Higgs

Happy reading and meditating!

(Updated 11/17/21)

Harvest Loaf Cake

A few days ago in the Holiday Meme, I mentioned that Harvest Loaf Cake was one of our favorite holiday desserts. I had originally gotten the recipe from a friend when I had it at her house. She and I both moved away and lost touch, and, even though I have given this recipe out to individuals, I felt a little funny putting it out there in cyberspace: I didn’t want to be giving away some cherished family recipe to the whole world. Plus I was the only person I knew who made it, so there was a little bit of wanting to keep this as one of my signature dishes. Then my friend DeAnna mentioned searching the Internet for the recipe. I had never thought of that, so I searched, and, lo and behold, I found several copies of it with a few slight variations. So, since it is already “out there,” I decided to post the recipe I have:

Harvest Loaf Cake

Ingredients:

1 3/4 c. flour
1 tsp. baking soda
1 tsp. cinnamon
1/2 tsp. nutmeg
1/4 tsp. ground cloves
1/4 tsp. ginger
1/2 c. butter or margarine, softened
1 c. sugar
2 eggs
3/4 c. pumpkin, canned or cooked
3/4 c. chocolate chips
3/4 c. nuts (optional)

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. Grease loaf pan or spray with non-stick cooking spray. Cream butter or margarine in a large mixing bowl. Gradually add sugar. Cream at high speed with mixer until light and fluffy. Add eggs and vanilla; beat well. At low speed or by hand add and mix in dry ingredients alternately with pumpkin; begin and end with dry ingredients, blending well after each addition. Add chocolate chips and 1/2 c. nuts. Pour into pan and sprinkle with 1/4 c. nuts. Bake 65 to 75 minutes or until cake springs back when touched lightly in center. Cool 10 minutes. Remove from pan. Drizzle with glaze. Let stand six hours before slicing. (Recipe will also make three small loaves; bake 50-55 minutes.)

Glaze:

1/2 c. confectioners’ sugar
1/8 tsp. cinnamon
1/8 tsp. nutmeg
1 to 2 tbsp. milk

I use canned Libby’s pumpkin for this, and one can will be enough for two batches, so I always make two at one time (or six small loaves). (There is always a dollop of pumpkin left that I never know what to do with. I used to save it until it became green and fuzzy: now I toss it. Any ideas for an extra 1/4 – 1/3 c. of pumpkin?) This recipe also freezes extremely well. (By the way, we have never let it stand six hours before slicing. ๐Ÿ˜€ )

I have to admit I am not the best of cooks: I alluded to baking disasters in an earlier post. Even though I follow the directions exactly, oftentimes my end result is not what the finished product is supposed to look like. But this comes out perfectly every time (a credit to whoever invented this recipe in the first place). Here is one of the small loaves from a batch I made last night:

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Harvest Loaf cake

Even though the name sounds more like an autumn recipe, we like to use it for the holidays. I don’t make it at Christmas because we have all those pies then, but usually some time in early December I make some for us and some for gifts.

And Sheri, if you ever read this, thank you for this recipe! It has become a treasured family favorite and a favorite to give as well.

(Sharing with Hearth and Soul)

Favorite Christmas memory

Monrn2 has invited us all to her place at My Quiet Corner to share a favorite Christmas memory. She says:

Even if you do not come with your own Christmas memory to share, please come and just relax. The music is playing (turn up your volume), the fire is burning, hot drinks are served, plenty of goodies for everyone, and throws are available to keep out the winter chill. Today warm hearts of friends gather sharing a quiet moment of Christmas together here in “My Quiet Corner“.

Oddly enough, I don’t have any concrete Christmas memories from childhood — just wisps of little things here and there. Many of them will probably come flooding back after I post here, just like I can’t think of anything when my family asks me what I want for Christmas, but I think of several things just after! ๐Ÿ™‚

One of my favorite Christmas memories is the first one my husband and I shared as man and wife. We got married Dec. 21 in Houston during a Christmas break of college. I normally wouldn’t advise students to get married while still in school. But I only had 3 courses left (I was one who had crammed 4 years into 5…) and my husband had two semesters. His adviser had also advised us to get married and felt my husband could concentrate on his studies better if we were. That’s highly unusual for an adviser to say, too — but, hey, we took it. ๐Ÿ™‚

Being poor and not having much time, we did not have a honeymoon, but that was all right: we were excited about heading back to SC and setting up housekeeping. We spent our first night at a nice hotel in Houston, then went over to my mom’s house the next day to load up my “stuff” out of my bedroom into a U-haul truck to drive back to SC. Unfortunately, something went wrong with our car, so we had to stay another night. Being poor still, we didn’t have money for another night at a hotel, so…we spent the night in my bedroom. That did seem more than a little strange, let me tell you!

I don’t remember what was wrong with the car, but my step-father is a great mechanic, and somehow he and Jim got the thing running, and we were on our way. I think we may have spent a night in a hotel along the way, because we ended up arriving in Greenville, SC, very late Christmas Eve. We contacted the university faculty member through whom we were renting a little mobile home and followed him out to our new place — it was his new place, too, as he had just bought it in order to rent it out to students. He invited us to the Christmas banquet the school was offering the next day to all the faculty, staff, and students who remained on campus. We gratefully accepted his invitation, unloaded just enough stuff to go to bed, and fell in.

Bright and early the next morning, Christmas morning, we heard a loud banging on our front door. We couldn’t figure out what in the world or who in the world it could be. My husband scrambled himself together enough to open the door when what should his wondering eyes behold but a short grey-haired man — with no beard, no red suit, and a decidedly unjolly expression.

It turned out to be the man who owned the mobile home park. He had not been told that anyone new was moving in, and furthermore, he did not allow renters. He was very upset. I don’t know how the transcation had occured between our landlord and the previous owners without taking into account the need to contact the landlord of the mobile home park — maybe they each understood the other was going to do that. I don’t remember exactly what Jim told him: something to the effect that we were sorry, we didn’t know, we’d have our landlord contact him.

When we met our landlord for lunch, we told him the dilemma. He went out to see the man and they worked it out amicably: the man would allow us to stay.

This man (whose name escapes me) was a little old man who shuffled when he walked and looked like he would be no physical threat to a puppy dog, yet he was one of those people who somehow exuded authority, who seemed to convey that you didn’t really want to mess with him. He lived next door to the mobile home park and drove through it several times a day keeping an eye on things. He had pretty strict rules (which we appreciated). After that inauspicious beginning, we got along really well. We tried to never give him any reason to regret allowing renters into his park. It was the nicest mobile home park I’ve ever seen — a lot of trees and space between homes. We lived there happily for seven years.

Back to that first Christmas: after everything was worked out between the two landlords, we unpacked and settled in. We celebrated Christmas a few days late. We had a little 2-foot artificial tree that had been my grandafther’s (I cringe to say it was aluminum, but we were happy with it at the time. ๐Ÿ™‚ ) We shopped the after-Christmas sales for ornaments, decorations, and presents. Two of our ornaments were angels made out of candle wax (maybe they were supposed to be candles — we used them as ornaments) who looked like us: a boy angel with brown hair and a girl angel with blond hair. We put those up next to each other for years until they melted in the attic of our current home.

Despite the trouble of that first Christmas day together, we celebrated in newlywed euphoria and were very happy. We’ll be celebrating our 27th anniversary and Christmas together this year. ๐Ÿ™‚

To read more favorite Christmas memories and share your own, please join us here.

Works-For-Me Wednesday: Saving Christmas newsletters for posterity

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I know, I know, some people hate the “Christmas newsletters” that some of us put in with our Christmas cards (some people are now sending them instead of Christmas cards). I love them, myself. I enjoy catching up with friends and loved ones. Even if I know most of the events mentioned in the newsletter, I enjoy reviewing them. The whole reason for sending Christmas cards is to keep in touch, and there are so many loved ones from whom I would love to hear more than just a “Merry Christmas!” at the bottoms of their cards (though I realize that, with the busyness of the holidays, some times we’re doing great just to get that much done).

I started sending them when I realized that I was jotting the same news at the bottom of Christmas cards over and over. I figured I could share more in a less rushed way with a newsletter. They don’t have to be “bragimonies” — I try to keep them realistic, sharing bad news as well as good. For many years my husband and I traded off doing them, but over time the task fell to me (I don’t mind; I enjoy it). His tended to be a “year in review;” mine concentrated on each individual in our family. Since we have always lived so far from relatives, I try to give a little picture of the boys’ personalities as well as what they’ve been up to in the previous year. Some years we have scanned in a picture (one year even a page of pictures).

The main “tip” I wanted to share today, though, is this: we have always kept copies of old newsletters in a filing cabinet, but a few years ago it occurred to me that it would be good to keep a copy for each of the boys as well. They are not particularly interested in them now, but some time in the future they might like to have them, to look back through the records of the years, to remember what they were doing and what they were like from year to year.

A really savvy, on-top-of things mom might put these in a scrapbook with accompanying pictures from each year or from each Christmas. That never occurred to me until yesterday. ๐Ÿ™‚ I might do that some time, or I might eventually put them into some kind of book and give them to them the first Christmas after they leave home or after they are married. For now they wait in the filing cabinet.

You can find or share more “works for me” tips at Rocks In My Dryer.

Holiday meme

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I saw this Holiday Meme over at Barb’s place, A Chelsea Morning. She saw it on someone else’s, who saw it on someone else’s, etc. — I’ll let you trace the history there if you’d like. I thought it looked like fun, so I’m jumping in.

  1. Eggnog or hot chocolate? Hot chocolate. Eggnog does not look at all enticing to me.
  2. Does Santa wrap presents or just set them under the tree? We don’t do Santa — no offense to those who do. ๐Ÿ™‚ I want my children to know those gifts came from me! We handle Santa like any other fairy tale or storybook character, and we do watch “Rudolph,” but I never wanted to convince my children to believe in a myth.
  3. Colored lights on tree/house or white? Colored. I do like the look of the all-white icicle lights, but we’ve always opted for colored. I don’t know — just seems bright and happy to me.
  4. Do you hang mistletoe? No — no reason in particular, just never did.
  5. When do you put your decorations up? Whenever we can get everyone together with no obligations elsewhere, which is getting harder and harder to do. I like to make it a family thing. We all go together to pick out a love tree, the boys get the decorations from the attic while my husband gets the tree into the stand and I start putting out wreaths, table decorations, etc., then we all put the ornaments on. I don’t like to do it the weekend after Thanksgiving — I’d like just a little time to change gears before Christmas — but we may go to that since everyone is home (at least for now) and off that weekend. We had a lot of things going on last weekend, so I am hoping we can do it this Saturday.
  6. What is your favorite holiday dish, excluding dessert? Excluding dessert? Hmm. I don’t really have any favorite holiday dishes — except Thanksgiving and Christmas are about the only times we have mashed potatoes and green bean casserole.
  7. Favorite holiday memory as a child? I don’t really have any specific childhood memories of Christmas — just little glimpses, like one year getting Barbie dolls (my childhood nickname was Barbie, so that was special for many reasons), sometimes getting together with relatives, etc.
  8. When and how did you learn the truth about Santa? I don’t remember that there was any particular dramatic revelation — more of a gradual realization.
  9. Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve? No, though my family did this when I was young and my husband’s family opened all theirs on Christmas Eve.
  10. How do you decorate your Christmas tree? My husband puts the lights on, though in the last few years he’s had the boys help. Then we all put ornaments on. The boys have particular ones they each want to put up. It’s always fun to pull out the old favorites and talk about them every year.
  11. Snow! Love it or Dread It? Love it for about a day, then I want it to go away — which, thankfully, is how it usually happens here.
  12. Can you ice skate? Nope!!
  13. Do you remember your favorite gift? Not really. I enjoyed my Barbie dolls when I was younger, and I usually get some books these days, which I love.
  14. What is the most important thing about the holidays to you? Remembering the gift God gave to us of a Savior. We hear it so much we get used to it and take it for granted, I think, but during the holidays it seems like a special time to remember and reflect. One of the things that most helps me do that is the glorious Christmas music I hear on the radio and on CDs collected through the years.
  15. What is your favorite holiday dessert? I usually make this some time in December before Christmas, but a friend gave me a recipe for Harvest Loaf Cake when I had it at her house. The name sounds fallish, but we like it at Christmas. Since it is not “my” recipe I won’t post it, but it is sort of like a pumpkin bread with chocolate chips and a spiced glaze drizzled over the top. You wouldn’t think pumpkin and chocolate would go together, but it’s wonderful in that concoction.
  16. What is your favorite holiday tradition? Probably decorating the tree together, then reading the Christmas story from Luke 2 Christmas morning. With kids in school we’ve always had Christmas programs and recitals to go to. My youngest will have his piano recital next week, and I realized with a start that we won’t have to go to any school Christmas programs since he is not in elementary school (where everyone was in the chorus) and he’s not in the secondary choir. And, as much as I was looking forward to not having to go — I find I am going to miss it. Isn’t that silly? For years we would get exhausted during Christmas with all the stuff to go to — often we had elementary piano recital, secondary piano recital, elementary Christmas program, and secondary program — sometimes all in the same week! Along with Sunday night and Wednesday night church!! Thankfully the school rearranged its schedule — put all the piano recitals on one night (the elementary never lasted long anyway — even with 25 students, their pieces were all very short. I much preferred having them all together one night than having to go out after a rushed dinner two nights) and put the programs in separate weeks. I probably won’t miss it enough to be motivated to go to them! But there is a little pang there. We will see the children’s program at church this Sunday night and then the choir’s Christmas cantata later on. I can’t imagine Christmas without any programs like that! I may also unofficially start a new tradition of seeing a classic Christmas movie. We often see George C. Scott’s version of A Christmas Carol, and last year we rented White Christmas. I’ve thought about renting White Christmas again or another classic. It was fun sharing a movie that my family had watched often with my own children. I also used to make an ornament of every craft I tried. (Forgive me for having one long paragraph here — when I try to make new paragraphs it tries to number them.)
  17. What tops your tree? Right now it’s a Victorian-type angel, but I am thinking of changing it. I don’t really like angel decorations because they are so different from what an angel really is, Biblically. But I don’t know if I want to do a star or a bow or what. I think I’d prefer something with light in it to just a bow.
  18. Which do you prefer, giving or receiving? I love them both. ๐Ÿ™‚
  19. What is your favorite Christmas song? Infant Holy, Infant Lowly and Gentle Mary Laid Her Child.
  20. Candy canes! Yuck or Yum? More yuck than yum. ๐Ÿ™‚

Let me know if you do this meme, too!

On another note, I wanted to mention these darling little fabric trees I saw at a link from The Sparrow’s Nest to Turkey Feathers, whose link for the pattern at Little Bird led me to the cutest button wreath here and here. I’m sad to say I haven’t made any Christmas decorations in many years, but these are inspiring, and I hope to do them! I had never read either of the last two blogs, though I do love The Sparrow’s Nest, but I am going to peruse them some more!

I Corinthians 13 applied to Christmas

Someone sent this to me a few years ago right when I was in the midst of a pressure-filled week, and I am ashamed to say I did not receive it well. I want to start out this Christmas season with these thoughts at the forefront:

1 CORINTHIANS 13 – – A CHRISTMAS VERSION –

By an unknown author

If I decorate my house perfectly with plaid bows, strands of twinkling lights and shiny balls, but do not show love, I’m just another decorator.

If I slave away in the kitchen, baking dozens of Christmas cookies, preparing gourmet meals and arranging a beautifully adorned table at mealtime, but do not show love, I’m just another cook.

If I work at the soup kitchen, carol in the nursing home and give all that I have to charity, but do not show love, it profits me nothing.

If I trim the spruce with shimmering angels and crocheted snowflakes, attend a myriad of holiday parties and sing in the choir’s cantata but do not focus on Christ, I have missed the point.

Love stops the cooking to hug the child.
Love sets aside the decorating to kiss the husband.
Love is kind, though harried and tired.

Love doesn’t envy another’s home that has coordinated Christmas china and table linens.

Love doesn’t yell at the kids to get out of the way, but is thankful they are there to be in the way.

Love doesn’t give only to those who are able to give in return but rejoices in giving to those who can’t.

Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.

Love never fails.

Video games will break, pearl necklaces will be lost, golf clubs will rust, but giving the gift of love will endure.

See also:

Christmas Devotional Reading

Maryโ€™s Virginity

Ten free gifts for Christmas

For God so loved that He gaveโ€ฆ

Maryโ€™s Dream

If I were a goose

The Perfect Christmas

Christmas Grief