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Christmas to the grandparents is . . . Anticipating all that wonder ful hubbub of noise. Checking sizes and wants early in November. Wondering if Billy is 12 and Debbie is 8, or the other way around. Baking by special request, pumpkin chiffon pies. Sewing P.J.’s and nighties for those special children Knitting a Sweater Stole and Baby afghan all at once and Wondering how you ever got anything done when they were all home. Glowing with pride at the Christmas play. Blushing with happiness when she says, “Oh, Grandma, this is just NEAT! Thank you.” Soaking up laughter to be re membered on a quiet day in January. Christmas to the Christian is . . . Stopping all the hustle and bustle to Hear the angels sing! Reading Luke, Chapter Two, on Christmas Eve. Singing carols together as our birthday gift to Him. Remembering the heartache, Poverty, and Sin-sick souls all over the world, and Asking Him to come again— soon. Thanking. Praising. Acknowledging. Worshipping. Adoring and Re-dedicating our spirits to Him. But mostly . . . Making room in our hearts, and Minds, and
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Marking the sewing-room door with a “ stay-out” sign. Boxing Wrapping Tying. Writing tags. Hiding and concealing all sorts o f surprises. Experiencing great joyous fa tigue, and Loving each hectic moment! Christmas to a father is . . . Putting together a: Bike Doll house or Scooter out o f a box marked “ easy to assemble” (ho, ho, ho!) Buying a Christmas tree from the Boy Scouts. Dutifully attending the office Christmas party . . . Knowing it will be just as sad and pathetic as last year’s. Keeping a fidgety eye on the check book. Feeling uneasy in the ladies’ lingerie department. Surprising the wife with a mixer when she was expect ing an iron. Balancing as you put the angel on the top of the tree. Spending hours on a ladder hanging outside lights. Gratefully thanking God for the turkey and carving it!
Christmas to a child is . . . Hearing about Baby Jesus on one hand and about Santa Claus on the other. Trying to be very good with out really knowing why. Wondering what’s in the big box in the garage! Waiting, and . . . Waiting some more for “ the day” to get here. Being the first up when it does! Seeing what was in the big box, and Finding out it WAS for you! Christmas to a mother is . . . Window-shopping sprinkled with day-dreaming. Buying armfuls of gifts and Wondering how much they’ll be marked down after Christ mas. Trying to remember what I gave Aunt Hilda last year and REMEMBERING what she gave me! Cutting Stitching, and Fitting All those hand-made gifts that mean so much more! Spending a lot o f time baking fancy cookies only to have everyone ask for the old “white ones with almonds.” Gently prying into my hus band’s mind for a gift idea (other than socks!)
Days . . . For Him!
Thought: “Whatever else be lost among the years, let us keep Christ mas ; its meaning never ends!”
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DECEMBER, 1969
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