Christmas Remembrances - Martin Wiles

For a child is born to us, a son is given to us. The government will rest on his shoulders. And he will be called: Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace. 

~Isaiah 9:6 NLT

As I age, I yearn for the Christmases of my childhood.

Being the first grandchild in the family for the first four years of my life meant a great deal of spoiling—by parents and grandparents. Although I don’t remember those years, pictures relay the joy and giving that took place. Before my paternal grandmother’s retirement, she bought presents with abandonment and worked to make Christmas a special day for everyone—especially the grandchildren. Waist-high presents lay under and around the tree, waiting for eager little hands to open them.

But Christmases at my maternal grandparents' house was more practical. They were into the fellowship—telling stories, hunting, cooking, and eating—rather than giving presents. One or two gifts were all I could expect.

When my giving grandmother retired and could no longer afford to buy mounds of presents, Mom took over the tradition and continued it until she retired. Now, my wife tries her best to keep the abundant giving alive. But things have changed.

My early Christmases were about togetherness. The togetherness lasted for hours—even days. They weren’t pop-in visits from children and grandchildren. We hung around, talked, laughed, hunted, and watched ball games together. I never heard, “We can be there at ___, but we must leave by _____.”

Amid my childhood Christmases, we always remembered the reason we were celebrating: to commemorate the birth of Jesus Christ. He overshadowed the presents rather than the other way around.

Parents, grandparents, and children said blessings at my childhood Christmas meals. As at Thanksgiving, we remembered God was responsible for all we had and enjoyed.

My childhood Christmases were also times of joy—and not just over presents. We were glad to see each other, to celebrate Christ’s birth, to eat a meal together, and to open presents. Just to enjoy one another’s company.

Divorces and remarriages have now changed the structure of our immediate and extended family, multiplying in-laws and grandparents and dividing our time into tiny increments that temper the joy of being together. Although some of the things from my early Christmases are missing, I still enjoy the Christmas season.

Don’t let the changing seasons of your life steal the real meaning of Christmas. Remember the birth of the Savior, and celebrate it with family and friends.

Father, I celebrate the birth of your Son—and giving as the real meaning of the Christmas season. 

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