I stirred in my bed, the light slowly creeping in through the windows. Opening my eyes, I took in the glow of my miniature Christmas tree and the paper snowflakes I'd strung from my ceiling. The calendar in the corner proclaimed it to be Christmas Day.
My door swung open, revealing my brother, who tossed my adorable puppy, Olive, onto the bed. She began to lick my face, and I couldn't help giggling at her enthusiasm. Trying to stop the onslaught of kisses, I jumped out of bed and ran to the window. The trees swayed in a gentle breeze, and the sky was slowly brightening. No snow, but I wasn't going to let that ruin my day.
I skipped downstairs, letting the smell of cinnamon roles engulf me. Our tree sparkled from the living room, presents stacked beneath it, and our stockings, filled to the brim, were lying on the hearth.
There is always something magical about Christmas, but this one sticks in my mind more than most. It played out like a perfect Hallmark movie, every moment filled with wonder and excitement.
My best friend gave me a stuffed sloth which I happily named Pretzels, my grandma presented me with a beautiful watch, and my parents transformed my room with the most beautiful blue bedspread and fuzzy throw. Of all the gifts, the one I remember most was a pair of winter boots, probably because they became pretty useful that very day.
Freezing but joyful, we returned to the house for a delightful Christmas dinner consisting of turkey, rolls, cranberry sauce, gravy, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and green beans. That night, I wrote in my journal that I "boring. :)ful
The afternoon wore pleasantly on until our necks began to hurt from staring down at the table for so long. We decided that a hike was in order, and I tied up my new boots for the first time before we all piled into the car.
We hiked up a little mountain, the trail winding through tall trees and rocky ravines, leading to a breathtaking view at the top. As we reached the summit, snowflakes began to slowly drift down! I stood in awe as the snow stuck to the ground around me.
It was on our way back down the mountain that the blizzard really began. A winter wonderland was forming right before my eyes! By the time we got back into the car and were driving home, the roads were completely covered in snow. My mom and I even started singing 'White Christmas' at the exact same moment. :)
When we got home, my parents prepared a delicious dinner while my brother and I began making a snowman. By the time we were finished, it was pitch black, and we had to pull out our flashlights to show our parents our creation. Lenny, the snowman. He fell over once,
demanding a rebuild, so we made him point to the sky, to Jesus, and to the real meaning of Christmas.
Freezing but joyous, we returned to the house for a delightful Christmas dinner consisting of turkey, rolls, cranberry sauce, gravy, stuffing, mashed potatoes, and green beans. That night, I wrote in my journal that I "enjoyed every bite."
While my dad and brother went back out into the snowy night to deliver dinner to an elderly man, my mom and I made a blackberry cobbler. Which, of course, was thoroughly enjoyed upon their return. :)
I ended the day writing this in my journal, "I can't believe how perfectly amazing this Christmas was! A true gift. Thank you, Lord, for your blessings and abundant love! We are so undeserving, yet you care about every detail of our lives!"
"God shows his love for us in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Romans 5:8"