It was the perfect year, the year I was twelve, that I got my first diary for Christmas. That was the perfect year because the first thing I wrote about was something I’d never want to forget; that Christmas day.
You see, it was not often my three other siblings still at home, myself, plus my parents were ever all together in the same room at the same time. My parents, sad to say, were not the type who made certain time was made when we would all be together. Did all of us eat together at the dinner table? Sad, but no. If ever we were all together at one time, it would have been driving to church. But even then we’d all, more often than not, only say what was needed. If for some crazy reason we were all together in one room at home, one or two of us were in our own little world as the others were dealing with some issue.
In my book titled God and My Pillow, I share about my upbringing. My memoir opens up how my parent’s relationship wasn’t the best example for us kids. Their relationship made its dent in family time causing relaxing family-together-fun rather scarce.
But this particular Christmas morning began the day I cherished to the end.
That day was noticabley special that I made sure I wrote about it in my first diary I got as a gift that morning.
(Don’t laugh at my spelling.)
(Don’t worry, spelling fixed here.)
Well, diary, today was Christmas. I got a lot of neat stuff like clothes
jewelry, a kerosene lamp, calendar, makeup, cologne, diary! etc.
I’m so happy. Tonight our family seemed to be really close.
We told jokes, played games and brought back memories.
Today was great and I Hope it continues. – By until tomorrow.
I can still picture that kerosene lamp I got 40 years ago, but what was far more rememberable was that time we all had together. Of course we loved the reason we started that day together. Heck, everyone loves opening up presents. That day had my siblings and I set aside sibling rivalry with one another, which made my parents grin, which made them smile a bit more at each other, which of course made my siblings and I ecstatic, causing us to get along even better, thus happier parents, and so on, and so on. One perfect snowball affect was rather noticeable.
I savored that Christmas day, realizing the true value of family happiness.
I wrote my story to encourage those of you who just might need it, showing how unexpected delight can still shine through, especially this time of year. Gifts of time and love are surely the basic ingredients of a truly Merry Christmas.
Romans 12:9 – Let love be genuine. Abhor what is evil; hold fast to what is good.”