BY BRITTANY BLACKBURN
I am a southern girl—born and raised. I cannot remember one White Christmas, ever. There was that one year we had a little ice, but none of the white stuff. However, the carol, “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas,” has always been part of my Yuletide tradition. I can remember the holiday season as far back as when I was 5 and if I close my eyes I can still hear Elvis singing “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas” in his most distinctive voice. My mom was a huge Elvis fan and I may never know how that Christmas tape did not wear out. Well, that’s a touch of a Christmas miracle in itself. Mom loved this time of year and passed this love of the season on to me. She taught us to love the sounds, the sights and smells of Christmas. There were special treats she baked in our very home. What I remember most, however, is our being together—a family. I may or may not be passing my love for the season along to my son, but I can tell you he expects every room in the house to be at its brightest at Christmas dawn. My sweet husband indulges us by carefully placing each tree in just the right spot and stringing the lights! As sounds of the season play nonstop throughout our home and sights and smells mingle with them, the thing my husband and I hope our son holds dear is the special gift we’ve all been given. The gift of a Savior. This is the key to the togetherness we share as family. So, while we may never have a White Christmas where we live, I pray it will always be a season filled with bright, spotless, sweet memories of love of family and friends. I challenge you, while dreaming of a White Christmas, also dream of a Christmas filled with the love and grace of Jesus.
PRAYER: Dear Father, as we celebrate the season with family, we thank You for the most wonderful gift or your Son! May we stay focused on You and the true meaning of this and every season. Amen.