I was driving my wife, Belle, home last night from a festive Christmas Eve celebration held at my younger stepson’s house last night, when Amy Grant’s song, “Grown-up Christmas List” came on. It had been a delightful visit filled with laughter, comraderie, and and joy, as little ones tore open presents while the adults fawned over them, snapped photos, and indulged in delectable food, a white elephant gift exchange, conversation, and games. Yet, the ride home was tinged with a chill that mirrored the wintry weather outside. This frosty sensation was emotional, the result of painful interactions with others with whom we’d enjoyed closeness in Christmases past. It wasn’t right, and it wasn’t fair, but nevertheless we were out in the cold with them. And like a warm blanket, this song of Grant’s gave comfort — a momentary reprieve, if you will — casting a vision of hope beyond the moment’s dull ache as we droned down the dark country road.
It’s Christmas day now. And while we both have colds (several others also did at last night’s party), mine is less severe, while Belle, who called in sick from work today, is more affected. I had an omelette and coffee for breakfast, while she stuck with toast and Tylenol, and she slept for a few more hours. We had two phone calls, as well as some lovely Christmas greeting text exchanges with others, but we’re staying in today. It’s oddly quiet — a stark contrast with previous Christmases. It feels a bit lonely.
We look forward to better days ahead. I am confident things will improve with our strained relationships, but it will likely take time, patience, and effort. It’s not fatal, so we have that! After all, we also have each other, our home, younger son (my stepson via Belle) and his extended family. We also have friends, a community of believers, and ultimately, we have hope in the Almighty. Not to be trite, but He really is the reason for the season — and we will hope in Him!
Have a blessed Christmas and holiday season, and stay warm and safe out there!