There's nothing better than the smell of a fresh cut tree at Christmas time. Perhaps the only thing better would be sitting down to a plate of warm sugar cookies. The kind of cookies frosted over with sprinkles galore. Add twinkling lights and glittery ornaments, and it's no surprise Christmas is the most wonderful time of the year.
Sweet memories often surface around this time of year for me. In particular, I think of times when my dad would drive our family to a local tree farm. I loved walking through the rows of trees with him and searching out the perfect one. The Christmas season always holds wonderful memories of my dad.
But that’s just it. All I have are memories of him. There are no new memories to be made. Old memories sting with the reminder that my dad passed away three years ago. There will never be another Christmas with him. And though time does weaken the blow of death, the mended pieces of my heart will never be the same. I remember the first Christmas season without him. It was three years ago when December came and no birthday celebrations were planned for my dad. A few weeks went by, and my dad was absent at every family gathering. The wake of his death left me raw, exposed, hurting, and wondering how in the world I’d celebrate Christmas without him.
How can anyone celebrate Christmas in the wake of death? Christmas is all about joy, peace, and hope. How is it possible to celebrate when you feel less than these?
It's possible. Believe me. Christmas is a miracle.
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