Another Christmas is in the books and this year Santa actually skipped our house. He has always dropped one or two little items in the kid’s stockings and given them each a least one gift under the tree. This year, not even a chocolate kiss or a pair of socks appeared, zip, zero, zilch! But you know what, its fine! It’s nice that we are at a point where the kids understand that tuition, gas money, and life in general can severely limit the amount that Santa can spend.
We have everything we really need, and I am very thankful for that fact. I know I sound like a broken record or a really bad country song where some hick warbles about the glory of poverty, but it’s true. We aren’t destitute things are just a little tight. We aren’t headed for bankruptcy just spread a little thin. And over the past year I have come to realize that everyone has something going on in their life that we just don’t know about.
This Christmas my heart isn’t breaking because of selfish wants for material things that will only satisfy for a little while. My heart is breaking for friends who are suffering through a first Christmas without a cherished son, friends who are facing divorce after twenty-four years of marriage, and friends who are in turmoil for circumstances I can’t begin to imagine. My inability to provide my children with a slew of material things isn’t of paramount importance this year. The hurting around me are.
So this Christmas I am praying for so many, but not for more.
Once again, too many thoughts, but not enough words.
I am a Christian, a wife, a mom, and a part-time basket case who wants to be a full time writer.