CHRISTMAS WILL BE DIFFERENT THIS YEAR
Christmas, this year, will be different from all other Christmases I’ve experienced because of the guidelines for Covid19. In March the Coronavirus was declared a global pandemic. With the virus cases continuing to rise in Van Buren County, my family remains cautious. Since March, Gene and I have sheltered in place, doing curbside pickup for groceries, only going out for the necessary errands.
None of our children will be coming home for Christmas. One son lives close by and
maybe we can socially distance with him and his family, Christmas Day. Then, there’s Facetime, texting and phone calls, so maybe those methods of communication will bring a spark of the Christmas spirit to our hearts.
It was convenient to order presents through the internet. It made me think of the Sears Christmas Wish Book. I also asked some family members to help out by shopping for me.
While all of that is okay, it’s not the same as when I could go shopping to pick out the gifts.
I recall shopping, as a child, one Christmas. Yvonne and I had one quarter between us to spend for a gift for Mama. We shopped at the Privitt’s Store in Shirley. We picked out a glass fruit bowl that cost a quarter. We thought the bowl was so beautiful. I don’t remember what Mama thought or said about that bowl. But I’m sure she used it many times. She kept it through the years. After she passed away, that bowl was given to me. And I still have it. I’ve always cherished the memory of how it felt to give a gift to someone I love as much as I loved my mother. The joy of giving is greater than the joy of receiving.
But I have also enjoyed receiving various gifts from my own children through the years as the four of them grew up. Heart-warming gifts. Humorous gifts. Gifts that show me they love me.
And from my husband, too, I’ve received special presents. He’s given me gifts of satin negligees, perfume, pretty dresses, rings, necklaces. Those are all lovely when you are still a young married girl. But, as time goes on, you also appreciate household items as gifts to make your home comfortable. I specifically remember when I worked part time at a dress shop, a man came in and bought a beautiful negligee for his wife for Christmas. The man happened to be an old boyfriend of mine from back in my high school days. Know what my gift was that Christmas from my husband? It was a bathroom scale! But it was given with love, and I loved it! Just as I love him and always will.
Christmas is a time to fill our hearts with love––because God first loved us and sent his Son, Jesus, to be our savior. “Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and today, and forever.” (Hebrews 13:8) He is the same during this Christmas when Covid19 hangs heavy about us, changing our routine, our tradition. We can still show our love for others. May we allow His love to shine through the darkness of this different Christmas Day. Merry Christmas to all!
Published in The Voice of Van Buren County, Arkansas, December 22, 2020
Merry Christmas, Freeda. I love your remembrances of Christmases past and I’m glad you and Gene are being safe. Our Christmas was quiet, too. But we we were together I chuckled about the weight scale and thought how an insecure wife might have gotten mad. But not sweet Freeda!
Good morning, Dorothy. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Glad you got a chuckle about the weight scale. I was hoping for that response. That scale was needed in our home and it wasn’t my only gift that year from my husband. My experience as sales lady was such a unique experience for me that after Christmas I made notes of it in my journal! Finally I found a place for it in my column. 😊
It sure is! I think it will help us appreciate more the ones hereafter.
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Yes! I think so, too.