What do you want for Christmas?
LIFE IN A NUTSHELL
by Terri Winder
“Mom, what do you want for Christmas?” My daughter had just drawn my name and there was none of that, “ I’m-not-telling-who’s-name-I-got” business with her.
“Umm, I don’t know,” I answered. “You’re going to have to let me think about it.”
From Santa Claus on down, “What do you want for Christmas” may be the most commonly asked question this month. One can pretty much tell how old the respondent is by the answer.
The days of dolls and any kind of tracks – besides sound tracks – are past at our house. Our teenager’s lists are rather predictable; all we have to ask is which book, which DVD, which CD? Then we throw in a few stocking stuffers and it’s all good.
Christmas morning they dig for something to put in their mouths, then they plug in the earphones, put their noses in a book, or have their eyes glued to the TV.
However, back to my daughter’s question. I’m sure I’ll think up something, but already this month I’ve received some of the most enjoyable gifts ever created: purple hued sunrises and green tinged sunsets; the evening the moon was simply an echo of orange blush, with a solitary star for accent; star-studded nights, the sky so crisp and clean; and the days-- oh, the days… has December ever been so delicious?
I can hardly wait to see what each new day will be like, especially knowing that the calm precedes the storm. It reminds me of the statement, “Today is a gift; that’s why we call it the present.”
Beyond the intense beauty and the pure pleasure it elicits, there is a greater gift, put into words by Glenna Webb as she recently shared the following story:
Glenna also loves and appreciates the beauties of nature, and she often gives thanks to the Creator for His gifts. One day her front doorbell rang, but as she opened the door she found no one there. What she did find, however, was the sight of an exquisite double rainbow, filling the eastern sky. It was as though God had summoned her to the door and then presented her with something he knew would delight her.
So the greater gift is the knowledge that we have a Heavenly Father who cares about us, and delights in blessing us. Even as we take pleasure in our children’s enjoyment of their Christmas gifts, surely He is pleased when we experience the joys of life. Even as we give our children what they want, I tend to believe that whatever it is we “collect”- or seek after- that is what we will find, that is what we will be given.
Any material thing I receive for Christmas will pale in comparison to this knowledge, but the greater gift here is that by planning and buying and wrapping for each other, we emulate the generosity of God. What more could I possibly want than that?