The memories of long ago Christmases…..the wishing and the dreaming and the waiting. The waiting was one of the best parts because the waiting meant preparing.
Decorating and baking and shopping and wrapping. The Christmas music. Mom’s orange balls. The twinkling lights. Grandmother’s little white church with the light inside that shone through the stained glass windows. Her ambrosia. The gathering of our big family and playing with all the cousins on Christmas Eve.
And this Santa ornament. Mom let me have it a long time ago. She was cleaning out her Christmas stuff and decided she didn’t want him or Mrs. Clause any more. His jolly round face reminds me of those days….the days of the waiting for Christmas morning.
The joy and longing and the hope that filled my heart as a child fills my heart still………even more…….each day.
For you have been my hope, Sovereign Lord, my confidence since my youth. Psalm 71:5 NIV
In response to the Daily Post’s Anticipation.