He brought a bright red sack full of Christmas stockings filled with goodies for our children who, of course, are actually adults.
Mama had to kick it into high gear and get the decorating completed and the gift shopping finished and she readily admits online browsing for gifts surely did help. That and a one night get it all done or bust shopping excursion with Papa.
But despite the whirlwind and flurry of getting an early Christmas ready and waiting, we succeeded. Shiny lights and wreaths adorned the exterior of the house. Garlands and candles and festive decorations bedecked the inside.
The Christmas tree flaunted its finery and stacked beneath it gaily wrapped packages awaited opening. The once empty bedrooms were ready for nestling in beds with visions of sugarplums dancing through heads. The pantry and fridge stood stocked and equipped for good eats and despite fighting off some sinus crud for a few days this week, Mama, with the help of Papa, prepared for a weekend of celebration.
One by one and two by two they arrived to celebrate an early family Christmas because of work schedules for the medical duo and travel schedules for the adventuring twosome and crazy busyness of new job and new home for the other couple.
First to arrive on Friday night was son driving all the way from a brand new home in the state on the other side of us with the grandpuppy in tow. Daughter-in-law would be picked up at the airport Saturday morning as she flew in from a business trip.
The second homecoming brought oldest daughter and son-in-law, tired from a long week at work and a long drive here yet excited to be together with the family before they leave on their grand adventure to climb Mt. Kilimanjaro and sightsee in Africa.
We snuggled with puppy, we chatted, we ate, and we howled with laughter all over again at the crazy holiday movie, Christmas Vacation. And we enjoyed each other’s company as we waited for the last couple, middle daughter and son-in-law, who arrived Sunday morning since daughter was in a friend’s wedding on Saturday.
Mama rose early on celebration Sunday to whip together a most yummy crock pot version of hot chocolate for breakfast and begin Christmas dinner preparations when the door opened and the last of my loved ones finally arrived.
There was much hugging and laughing and talking and it was one of the most relaxed Christmas celebrations I can remember for quite some time. We opened our gifts with exclamations of surprise and gratefulness, gathered around the dining room table for a simple but filling Christmas dinner, and topped it off with singing the birthday song to oldest son-in-law as it was his special day.
And all too soon, time came for departure.
We joined hands full circle and prayed for safety and well-being during the grand adventure taking place this month and for safe travels for all as two by two they left the homestead. Again we embraced and even shed a few tears this time.
As the door closed after the last couple departed, Papa and I gravitated to our usual spots in the family room. The quiet enveloped us once again here in the empty nest. For us, the family Christmas is over. Oh, we’ll still celebrate some more by attending Christmas Eve church service and taking time to contemplate the wonder of the most amazing Gift ever given to mankind on Christmas Day.
But for now, I’m left with a sink full of dirty dishes, loads of towels and sheets to launder, Christmas gifts to put away, torn and crumpled wrapping paper to dispose of, leftover food to eat…and memories. And for that early Christmas gift, I am most thankful.
“The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree: the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other.” ~ Burton Hillis