For several years now I've struggled with the materialism associated with Christmas. This year has been no different. I have run from hither to yon trying to make everyone on my Christmas list happy. It all had to be perfect. I had decided that I was going to have my youngest son's room redecorated before he got home as a great surprise for him. He is 20 and mentally handicapped and stays with his Dad or grandparents while I am working. Since school didn't dismiss for the holidays until Fri. I was feeling the time crunch. I had hired someone to paint it and got up at 5:30 so I could put the border up and finish my pre-Christmas preparations. Armed with my list of things I had to do I began the tasks...wrap the last few presents...take down the fine china...put up the border...this was where my plans went awry. While attempting to put up the border, I fell off the ladder. When I woke up I was staring at the ceiling with an aching head. After deciding that I must be ok, I tried to get up. I felt a searing pain shoot through my arm and determined my arm was broken, so I drove myself to the ER where they put it in a splint and told me to contact an orthopedist on Wednesday. So with throbbing arm, panic began to set in. I wasn't ready and there was no way to be ready. I apologised to my son and dil and they told me not to worry. They would still be here for Christmas Eve. They came earlier than planned and my dil cooked A WONDERFUL dinner and we had our traditional Christmas eve celebration. And yes, they enjoyed their gifts as did I, but when it was time to for them to go home so Santa could visit my 5 yr old grandson, we all agreed this was the most fun we've had yet. I have tucked my own son in and assured him Santa would visit him tonight waiting for him to be sound asleep so Santa can come. I know that in the morning, he will be thrilled with the material things under the tree, but the best part will be that Santa came. So I guess Christmas is about material things, but it's also about magical dreams, family, and love. It's been a long time since I've felt love of his magnitude. Maybe next time I can stop the chaos long enough to feel it without breaking an arm. Yep sometimes God has to knock me in the head (or arm) to get me to listen and feel the love! Merry Christmas to all of you at MD and may you all feel the love!
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