I love Christmas Day, when all the to-doing is over, and we can just enjoy being together.
It’s quiet this morning, and my last dish of the holiday season is in the oven. We’ve opened all our presents and cleaned up the wrapping paper. Our church is having a casual service with no fuss. We’re getting together with a small group of family—who’ll be firing up the grill. (I absolutely love that. Grilling on Christmas. It’s great to live in the Deep South:)
Right now I’m nesting on the sofa, with a cat and a MacBook on my lap, listening to the oven make those “I’m getting it done” noises. I’m so thankful for the family that I have, and I’m remembering those who aren’t with us any more. I’m saying a special prayer for friends who are going through their first Christmas without a loved one they lost this year. And I’m enjoying one of the few Christmas decorations I really love putting out every year—a Nativity scene that my mother gave me. It’s a beautiful reminder of the promise of Christmas—that separation from those we love doesn’t have to be permanent. Reunion and communion are coming.