
As we approach Christmas in less than two weeks a way, I'm remembering my childhood Christmases. Every year the children from our neighborhood would go caroling and end up at a neighbor's house for hot chocolate and cookies. I remember some when there were few presents, some with many presents. I remember when my parents had to wait until Christmas Eve one year to shop for our presents. One year my father gave me his leather jacket from the military. I was reminded by one of my sisters that one year we were ungrateful brats about our gifts.
Looking back, it really didn't matter what we got. We were always reminded of what Christmas was all about. Sure, we came together as a family and had great feasts with our extended family.
But my parents never let us forget the significance of that day. We were given the greatest gift of all, a SAVIOR.
As I bring up my own children I try to teach them "the way they should go" and remind them about what our Lord has given us each day, not just during the holidays. I have started our own traditions. We always sing "Happy Birthday" to Jesus and make a birthday cake. We let a different child each year be Santa and pass out the gifts to each person. We alternate who gets to put the star on as well. These are just small things ,but these are the memories my children will have when they leave my nest.

I hope you make some traditions, whether you have children or not. Make them last and never forget why we celebrate December 25th. You have been given a gift!
