Does Santa Reflect How You Feel Today?

This Norman Rockwell painting shows a worn-out Santa on December 26th — and, like Santa, if all that’s left of Christmas for us — frazzled, exhausted, a bulging credit card balance, an over-full, bulging tummy, then we missed the true meaning of Christmas. I’ll admit that after all the activities that surround this beautiful season, along with Christmas Eve with my Wallace Family and then just a few hours of sleep before our drive to Austin, I was feeling a bit like this Santa.

I quickly revived when my sweetest spot on earth came when my entire family (my son, Ryan, and his family and my daughter and her family from Frisco) were altogether on the Wuerch’s ranch in Austin. After an enormous Texas-style Christmas dinner, it was Nana’s time for my annual request — family pictures taken.

Our precious Denise Gerrich has been our photographer of choice for years. I’m so thankful she was a part of the family celebrations. After the usual antics of photo taking — I was able to savor the moments of simply watching my grandchildren interact, all of us playing games, visiting about each other’s lives, catching up on “what’s new?” and reminisce about so many past times together. I pulled out my computer to type this post when Staci asked “What are you doing, Mom?” I was the only one with technology out. I said, “You know me, I’m working on my post for tomorrow morning!” She understood. She knows that’s my daily mode of operation — technology and all.

And, I’m breathing in having my family around me — hearing Shawntel puttering around in the kitchen, seeing each one going back to the dinner remains for seconds, hearing Larry and Staci talking to Braden about his new e-commerce business that is going gangbusters, hearing the laughter of the kids playing pool and playing with Alexia’s Christmas gift from Payton (a hedgehog), watching them all play the game of spoons, seeing Ryan pairing his lights with his Echo, — just heaven on earth — my earth — my space — my greatest blessings that call me Nana and Mom!

Back to my opening paragraph about Santa, and all of us being worn out after a very busy time leading up to Christmas Day. The good news is Christmas isn’t just about that ONE MAIN EVENT. And neither is all the waiting, planning, organizing and preparing for OUR babies to be born, being just about their ONE day of birth. It’s about that day and every day after that. Jesus’ birthday was just the beginning of His incomparable life. We need to recall how we looked at our babies and how Mary, Jesus’ mother, looked at her baby boy, her Son — a Son like no other Son – the very Son of God – and she saw in his sweet, soft, precious face — the Redeemer of all mankind. I like to think that I am a lot like Mary was. I can imagine that she breathed in His presence. She was there for his first steps playing games with other children, his puttering around in the carpentry shop with his dad, and she savored His antics and laughter and knowing God had such big plans for His future then she heard the stories of His many exploits.