As quickly as the Turkey dinner would be cleared from the Thanksgiving table, my siblings and I knew Christmas had just begun.
Soon the spicy aroma of ginger snaps would fill the air, hot cider filled our mugs and the needle was carefully lowered on those familiar vinyl. I can still see the covers with Johnny Mathis, Frank Sinatra, Ray Conniff and Perry Como in their Christmas best. While separating the tinsel strands we would join Perry as he reminded us, “there’s no place like home for the holidays”.
Being home or having our family come home is the most requested gift of the season.
I know the sting that this time of year can bring if one is not able to celebrate with those we love. Whether they are unable to come home or I am remembering those I have lost, having loved ones together is what is wanted above all else.
Having a place for all of His children to be together with Him was what God wanted as well.
In the beginning, He created such a place but we chose to go our own way. He then set a plan in motion.
That plan was the first gift of Christmas, Immanuel.
God is with us as we anticipate the second gift, His return.
The story of Christmas is God’s plan and anticipation of bringing us home.
“Cause no matter how far away you roam, you can’t beat home sweet home.”
The lyrics and the melody continue to play in my mind as I reflect on the meaning of Christmas.
Christ – the anointed, Mass – (Latin-missa) Eucharist – in Communion.
What a Christmas that will be when we are together with Him, surrounded by those we love in communion with Christ. That will be the best Christmas ever.