Why should Christmas be so full of memories, joys and much more?  As I write I am transported into memories, dreams and good feelings.   Our tree decorated at home with lights and tinsel in the sun room with a miniature scene of houses, cars and a small train running cheerfully about.  It had a tendency to fly off the track which meant reaching in and putting it back on the track, prepared for the next flip.

In the same room the fireplace is warming everything up with good cheer.  The scene was like another world, with a white paled fence separating the ordinary life and the visions imagined inside that fence.  It was my wonderland,

I was the end of a string of 5 sons so I did not have much to do with the marvelous tree, I just enjoyed it.  With the room lights turned off and the soft glow of the Christmas tree lights casting their shadows, it was, indeed another world.

I did not, at that time, see the importance of Jesus in it all. It was a joyous time in our very own house, surrounded by brothers and sisters and friends.  When I was 16, when I sold out to Jesus, then I could see an entirely new level of meaning in the Christmas events.  I do not despise the early fantasies, just see God’s hand in leading me to be a disciple of what Christmas is all about, Jesus, as he came to bless us with eternal life!