I am a Pastor’s Kid. At this time of the year, it is painful. Why? Three Words.
Family Christmas Cards.
Every year. Even the awkward ones. Thank you Jesus none were as bad as the above photo, though some were close. Luckily this is my favourite time of the entire year.
Have you noticed that no one feels “meh” about Christmas? The way I see it, there are only two categories of people – Buddy and Grinch. I am without a doubt in the first category, except that I refuse to put a reindeer nose on the front of my car.
Today I want to share what makes this ‘the most wonderful time of the year’ for me:
The only way to start a Christmas list. There’s only one way to listen to Mariah Carey’s Christmas album (aka the best Christmas album ever made). Full volume. Using all lung capacity. Anytime from September.
Some houses look like Buddy the Elf threw up on them. And I love it.
Family – the extended Murphy family.
It is big. It is loud. It is offensive. Don’t believe me? Last year, Santa was a he, dressed as a she.. I’m serious. I can’t make this stuff up. Pray for us, who knows what 2013 will bring.
But most of all, it is the laughing until we cry that I love. It is the way my grandma is entirely political incorrect that make me love her even more. It is the banter between my dad and his siblings that makes the day. It is my Aunty Robyn’s conversation starter place cards, as if we were strangers on a first date. It is the memories. It’s my family, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Ok, so I get the whole “it’s better to give than to receive” thing but at Christmas time, it’s pretty much an even playing field. Just being honest.
Every Christmas morning we wake to a loud, invasive shout of, “HE’S BEEN! HE’S BEEN!” It’s my dad letting us know it’s time to wake up because Santa has been. To this day, Santa still comes and drinks the milk and eats the cookies. Every year, without fail, we walk down to the kitchen and look on the balcony to see reindeer snow footprints (which tastes remarkably like flour). There’s even a snow mark from where a reindeer crashed into the doorpost. You’d think Rudolph would have it mastered by now.
Poor guy. It’s the nose.
Don’t get me wrong; the car park at Christmas time is a trap from hell itself. But if you can get passed the preying sharks in Jeep’s, the vibe in the mall is totally worth it. I may be in my twenties, but when I see Santa, sitting in his chair taking photos, I can’t help it. I stop and wave. My favourite is when he smiles and waves back. In that moment, I feel like a little girl again.
But you want to know my absolute favourite thing about Christmas?
It’s waking up on Christmas morning. Before getting out of bed, I smile and whisper, “Happy Birthday Jesus.” I’ve done it for as long as I can remember. That is my favorite thing about Christmas. In all the mistletoe and mayhem, I get to speak to the birthday boy himself. And you can too.
Well that’s my list. This Christmas season, why not take some time to write your own? Feel free to share yours in the comments section below. I’d love to hear from you!
Merry Christmas.. And happy birthday Jesus!