We had to have the conversation with Robyn this year about Santa. She was just asking too many questions and we felt like we were lying to her all the time. So we told her and brought her into our little world of secrecy. She now enjoys helping us keep the secret from Finley and making it real for her. Although when she found out Charles was the one who ate the cookies and milk, she responded with a resounding “No fair!!!!”
She also is asking many questions about Jesus. As is Finley. It is sweet to watch her play with the nativity - the one from our dear friend Phillip’s mother that we use every year - not fancy, but meant to be played with. She asks who is Jesus’s daddy and who is his mommy. We talk about what Christmas really means, and Robyn explained to Finley, “that is why we give gifts.” I feel very blessed that there is such clarity in her mind about the true meaning of Christmas.
Back to the lists. Just looking at them gives me a panic attack. But in the end, I know it’s not about the lists. I want to show my love so badly. There is no way that I can show them the love that God showed us in sending His only Son to earth. That is one act I cannot follow. Toys and hand sanitizer will never add up to that. But, I bet God enjoys watching them open their presents as much as I do. The looks of awe, extreme joy and pleasure must remind Him of the joy He felt that night so long ago, as He watched Mary hold Jesus in her arms. Her sheer joy as she held His baby boy and love overwhelmed her. He must have felt that same joy that fills our hearts, and makes us laugh out loud as we watch our children’s happiness. Giving gifts. God gave us the best one. We can enjoy getting and giving gifts because He gave the best one. I imagine Him sitting up there watching us with a huge smile on His face, a cup of cocoa in his enormous hand, and slapping His knee with a hearty laugh now and then as joy fills His heart at our joy. That is my picture of Christmas. That is what is really on my list.