I’m a kid at heart, and not ashamed to admit it. So I guess it would go without saying that I love Christmastime. Of course, I KNOW the reason we celebrate Christmas. Were it not for Christ, we’d ALL be stuck decorating our “holiday-trees” or our “winter-solstice” trees. Anyway, I love decorating for the season.
In years past, when I still had Robbie and the kids at home, I’d, of course, do a bit more decorating than I do these days. There were always lights ON the house, and lights bordering the edges of the buffet, and, sometimes, the piano. Angels, Santas and snowmen were seen all around the living room. Stockings were hung wherever I could hang ‘em.
And, as if that weren’t enough, each year, in early December, I would move our fish to a separate container, and drain the aquarium. The colored gravel that was there for the other eleven months would be replaced with all white gravel. Various Christmas decorations would be placed in the bottom of the aquarium. These included Santas, snowmen, Christmas trees and a church. (The first year I decorated the tank I also included some extra glass ornaments that were left over after decorating the tree in our living room. They were very pretty, until I learned that those things weren’t designed to be sunk.) (I knew this as I saw the fish grabbing and spitting out the floating gold flakes.)
Robbie loved Christmas, too. And she loved the Christmas décor. But she did NOT enjoy the act of decorating. One evening I came home, knowing that it was the night I would need to get busy getting our holiday “cheer” into place in the house. I climbed into the attic and began to bring the boxes down. After a while as I walked through the house, Robbie said, “I’ve done my part for this year.”
Upon my asking, “What did you do?” she pointed to the kitchen table. There sat a tiny gourd that her grandmother had painted as a penguin and adorned with a Santa hat. I chuckled at her “contribution” to the work at hand. The next year, it was a crocheted snowflake… dangled from the ceiling fan light fixture. And the last season we shared together it was a shiny, green pillow with a Christmas tree embroidered on it, placed in her rocking chair.
It’s Tuesday as I prepare this article. Tomorrow (December 19th) marks the two-year anniversary of Rob’s passing from here to Heaven. Rob touched a lot of lives during her time on earth, including mine. She blessed me with a wonderful son and daughter, Rachael and Reid. And now they each have blessed me with another wonderful son and daughter in Michael and Brittany.
Rachael asked me the day after her mama passed away, as we sat on our couch, looking at our Christmas tree, “Daddy, do you think you’ll have a tree next year.”
My response, “Baby, as long as I’m able, and as long as there’s Christmas... I’m going to celebrate!”
Life’s an adventure. I’m livin' it up! Merry Christmas!!!
Randy McLelland, a.k.a. Randy Mac, is senior pastor of Cornerstone Christian Fellowship Church on FM 202. He plays the role of "Grandpa" in The Promise and, through his “Livin' It Up” ministries, is a motivational speaker and Christian entertainer. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org or (817) 454-3386. His web address is randymac.com.