As I reflect on Christmas past, I think of those spent at my parents home as a young child and later as an adult with children of my own. Mama always had a way of making Christmas special and she worked so hard at having everything just right. This was from having the perfect tree, having it decorated just so, and selecting the perfect gift for each person.
There was always plenty of food to go around and for family to carry home with them. I think everyone agrees with me that Mama's have a way of knowing. My mama was famous for having numerous sweets available.
I know everyone has their own memories of what Christmas was like as a child; there were many not as fortunate as my sister and I were. There are some families with children that had barely any food for the table and no gifts under the tree.
For those having memories like that, Christmas feelings for them are perhaps not as happy as the ones I remember. I do know, however, that whether we come from well-to-do homes or from barely making it by that everyone can equally share the real meaning of Christmas.
It is because of the commercialism of Christmas that we all sometimes forget the real reason for the season...the birth of Christ Jesus. God in flesh came to earth in the form of a wee little baby and grew to be a young man who gave of His life for each of us so we all may be with Him forvermore.
