To borrow from my blog friend Kelly @ Love Well–since all good blog post ideas are worth emulating–here is what I would have written, had I written on Christmas Eve…
Had I written at 3 am, Christmas Eve:
I would be feeling pretty good since I had stayed up to finish most of my last minute wrapping, you know, the kind that ought not be done when the kids could barge in at any time, if you know what I mean. Here was my thinking: I’d stay up late not Christmas Eve, but the night prior to so as to be more rested than usual come Christmas Day. So I went to bed patting myself on the back for my foresight and accomplishment. Had I composed a blog post then, I certainly would have rejoiced in the restful and stress free Christmas Eve that was to be mine.
Had I written at 5:15 am:
Number three son comes barging in our room just two hours after I laid my head on the pillow: “Mama, I think maybe I threw up because I smell it!” And yes, his olfactory skillz did not lie: there was indeed a nice pile of you-know-what on the floor next to his bed and let’s just say it wasn’t of a smooth consistency. Hello and merry Christmas to me. At this point, my niggling sinus headache now flaring to a piercing pain from my right temple all the way down to my right shoulder blade, I would have written a post full of whine and woe, though I would certainly have attempted some kind of spiritual application like motherhood being a noble task even in dealing with throw up, or that cleaning up throw up on Christmas Eve can be an act of worship as unto the Lord, and so fulfilling the law of Christ. Maybe not, but I would have tried.
Had I written a few hours later:
Shop Vac, I love you. Where have you been all my life? And my man who goes to Lowes to purchase said Shop Vac so his wife won’t have to gag (or worse) as she scoops up mounds of unmentionable yuck, I love you too.
Had I written at 1:30 pm:
I would no doubt recount the lecture I had just given my two youngest children that went something like this: “Please, for today, for Christmas, could your gift to me be to get along with your brother? And if your brother does something that makes you mad, instead of calling him a brat or squeezing his neck and pulling him backwards, would you just walk away? Could you do that for me? Please?” And then I would write of how weary I am of children arguing and whining, though it serves as a reminder of how desperate we all are and how much we need a Savior–an up close and personal reminder, but a reminder nonetheless.
Had I written at 3:30 pm:
At this point I would lament a Christmas Eve so warm that it required the opening of windows and the turning on of the air conditioner.
Had I written at 5:30 pm:
I would have mentioned watching The Nativity Story with tears in my eyes. Yes, I know it’s only a depiction and not entirely an accurate one at that, but I would write of how it reminds me of Mary and Joseph’s humble ordinariness and their faith to believe. What kind of God chooses such an humble deliverance of His people? Truly a God of grace and mercy. I watched and wept as I pondered the birth of my Savior and the price He paid as He emptied Himself and made Himself nothing, taking the form of a man…
Had I written at 7 pm:
I would be moved as I recounted standing in a circle in our kitchen, me, my husband, my four sons, and my mother in law, arms locked, heads bowed as my husband prayed, thanking God for food and family but mostly for God’s glorious grace in sending His Son, the indescribable Gift of Christmas.
Oh yeah, and I might have boasted on how good my Christmas Eve dinner was; truly I outdid myself in the kitchen (for once), if I do say so myself…
Had I written at 11 pm:
All alone in the den, Christmas tree lit, presents wrapped and put in place, I would have written a post of gratitude for these my many blessings, of shame at my own Grinchi-ness, and of wonder at the God made flesh…
The Gift is good. And indescribably precious.