It makes me a little sad to see Christmas so quickly go back in the box. I’m not quite ready, still hanging on. Still humming Christmas in my head when the radio is back to music as usual. Still enjoying the tree welcoming me when I arrive at church on the 27th; but before I’ve finished my tasks for the day it’s been stripped naked of baubles and lights. Later on Facebook there are pictures of houses neat and tidy, boasting post-Christmas cleanup and a season over. But not me. Not my house. We’re still savoring here.
I suppose it’s true that some of our savoring is a codename for mess. (Side note. Codename is also my new favorite game, played for the first time this Christmas.) It’s true enough – our home could use a bit of tidying; Wednesday the day I normally clean. The dining room table is cluttered with gift bags of random items from gift exchanges no one has claimed. (Cash and gift cards plucked from the pile and tucked safely away.) My kitchen counter is a hodgepodge of sugar – too many cookies and assortment of candy and a bit of Felipe’s leftover birthday cake.
And the sewing machine still sits right where Kyle left it after stitching Felipe’s white Christmas jeans. Those skinny new pants worn with pride at our big celebration earlier today. Fogo de Chao. And there’s not one Anderson really needing all-you-can-eat Brazilian meats so close to Christmas, but our special days are packed in tight around this season – and today we celebrated Adoption Day. Two years a family.
It’s been nonstop. Anniversary on December 16. A birthday on the 22nd. Three straight days of Christmas parties. Adoption Day. And now Jimmy’s asking about New Year’s Eve. And I’m not one to be uber-social, which would seem reason enough to put an end to the season. But still I’m not ready.
I’m not quite ready to take down the tree with its twinkling glow first thing in the morning. Not ready to toss the evergreen garland strung with icicle lights across my front porch. And for sure not ready to dismantle the mantel where my favorite décor is the focal point. No thank you to all post-Christmas scrooges. I’m savoring still.
Tonight I sit by my bedroom widow, the holiday magic still within view. I’m thinking about everything I loved about this Christmas. Every detail, all month long. Having friends at our Advent table. Just Kyle and me at the tree farm with Maple. A whole day spent making orange gingerbread cutouts. Boys finding candy in countdown pockets. Photo cards in my mailbox each day. Morning coffee and devos by the light of the tree. Dancing with Jimmy to the music of carols. A Christmas anniversary, overnight with my hubby. Shopping together for each of our boys. Adult kids home from college and Iowa. The best music ever at Christmas Eve services. Midnight gift opening – a Colombian tradition.
But the best thing of all was our family was HAPPY. Enjoying each other. No dark moods, and no disappointment. Laughing and playing and breathing easy. PEACE. Sweet peace. It was good news brought by angels that very first Christmas. The word yet adorning my living room mantel. And it’s the reason I’m savoring Christmas still.
“Glory to God in the highest heaven,
and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”