One of my enduring memories from childhood is reading the Christmas story from Luke 2 before we opened our presents. Perhaps a more accurate description of my attitude back than is that we had to read the Christmas story before we opened presents. My mother could recite Luke 2:1-20 from memory. Despite my impatience it gave me a sense of Christmas priorities that shaped me for life. My parents, age 84 and 85, fly in tomorrow (after my father sings in the Christmas Eve service at their church tonight), and I’m looking forward to one more Christmas together.
Merry Christmas!
kitketcham
I hope you have MANY more Christmases with your parents, Margaret. And come see me on the island sometime.
Israel Galindo
Merry Christmas, Margaret. Thanks for the great blog. Keep it up in the new year.