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Leave it to the eight-year-old. The wheels inside her head seem to always be turning.

As this posts initially appears, Christmas Eve 2019 is here. The tree is in the corner. The ornaments were placed with care, mostly, and presents slowly filled in the space on the floor. To pull off this holiday successfully requires a lot of thought and effort. I am grateful for Jennifer who manages this with her usual grace and patience. Still, about six weeks ago, Jennifer confided in me how our daughter, Hannah, was busy making plans for Christmas Eve, plans that didn’t necessarily involve more than just leaving cookies for Santa and hanging stockings on the mantle.

This year, Hannah wanted to proceed with our usual Christmas Eve rituals. Hannah and Jennifer mix up reindeer food. Hannah then takes it into our front yard so she can spread it over the walkway and yard. Once that is over, she prepares a plate of cookies and a glass of milk for Santa, leaving it in a strategic place near the fireplace. She though had given thought to something else she wanted to do this year.

For some reason, this year Hannah wanted to take my phone and Jennifer’s phone and use them to capture video of Santa and his reindeer as they visited our home. She had given a good amount of thought into how all this could be arranged. Jennifer’s phone could be taped to the wall beside our stairs in the living room. This apparently provides a clear shot of the fireplace and Christmas tree. Outside, she pointed out to me the exact spot on the door, above the doorbell, where my phone could be taped. It would record the front steps and yard while the reindeer ate the food she left for them.

Being a parent is challenging because sometimes providing the right thing to say at the right moment isn’t always crystal clear. Jennifer and I both tried reasoning with her through a series of questions. Why do we need to record Santa? What if Santa is like a vampire or a ghost and can’t be photographed? What if Santa sees the phones recording him and decides to get back on his sleigh without leaving the gifts he has brought? What if the tape we use to secure the phones to the wall doesn't hold as long as we need? And, closer to truth, what if the phone batteries die before he gets to our house? None of our questions seemed to rattle the curious girl leaving us with our own questions about how to get through this without messing up the magic the season brings to children with pure hearts.

This post will publish on Christmas Eve, hours before the traditions in our house appear once more. So, there is no answer for me to give to you on how we will work through Hannah’s request to videotape the jolly guy in red and his tireless work crew. We will somehow figure out something. The important takeaway for me is the bigger-than-the-world heart of a little girl who embraces this time of year for the good things it represents.

I hope each of us can and will, even in some small way, do the same this year. Now, excuse me, my phone needs charged.

Time Is The Best Gift

The day after Christmas, 2018

The gifts have been exchanged. The pretty paper has been ripped apart then discarded into a pile on the floor. Things that were needed were received. Things that were wanted were probably obtained. For so many of us, it is a time when we can realize, if we try, how blessed we truly are, at least materially.

Prior to the holiday, Jennifer asked me what I really wanted for Christmas. There was really nothing I desperately needed or wanted so I provided one of those answers we all wish could be fulfilled. “Time. What I really would like is more time.” Admittedly, when I gave that answer it came from my selfish side. I thought how I would like that time to just sit and chill out, maybe watch a football game from start to finish or get swallowed up in the endless rabbit-hole of watching old music videos on YouTube.

Time, though, is what it is. It is always present but since it always moves, it is elusive. It can be frittered away as if it were nothing of value by binging hour after hour of a TV show with little redeeming value or by glaring at a tiny screen an arm's length away in the palm of a hand while deep down knowing that time holds worth that cannot be measured. While I wished for more time, I knew I wouldn't get it as a gift sitting wrapped under our tree. Somehow though, time, as a gift, is one thing I received in another form during this season of giving and receiving.

The holiday season finds us on a very different schedule than most of the rest of the year. Hannah’s school will be closed for several days past the New Year. I return to work in a week then Jennifer will take some time off from her work to spend some time with Hannah. When all that falls back into place, the routine we have carved into our life as a family will return, two parents working outside the home and a student charging her way through first grade.

Between now and then we are left with some time to fill that we normally don’t have. A day earlier, we opened presents becoming overwhelmed with all the new stuff now at our fingertips. Now, with time to spend, we delve into these gifts.

One of our day-to-day routines that has come into place is how after Jennifer cooks our supper, we then sit together to eat the meal. Afterward, it is my responsibility to clean the dishes and kitchen. No, it is not how I would like to spend a half hour or so of my day each day, but I understand this is how it works and I am okay with that.

This part of my routine is important to know because one of my gifts this year was a case full of plastic containers and lids. That said, know I do not enjoy scrubbing on a frying pan. I blanche at the whiff of leftover ketchup on a plate as I scrape it into the no-longer-edible food pile. I hold my temper when I think I have finished for the evening but then locate a big spoon or small plate that somehow hid when I was washing all the other items. None of those though compare with attempting to store the leftovers from supper into some container when I can find a container but cannot locate a matching lid. Simply said, it drives me bananas.

So, this Christmas, as I unwrapped my gifts, Jennifer carefully watched for me to tear into one particular package. I let out a hearty laugh and maybe even gave a fist pump when this gift, one she had spotted weeks earlier, and a gift I almost asked for, that set of matching containers and lids, was revealed.

A day later, Hannah and I are home. While we play with some of her new toys and even a few older ones, I can’t help but think about some of the things I know need to be done. One of those things was to clean out the container cabinet then wash and dry the new containers and lids for their new home.

I looked at the case full of containers and lids. I sized up the approximate time it would take for me to accomplish this task. I stopped though to ask Hannah if she would like to help me. Without hesitation and with plenty of enthusiasm, she said she would help. And, so for the next hour and a half, Hannah and I filled up one side of the sink with soap and water. We used the other sink to wash off the soap before handing it off to be towel dried.

We got wet. We splashed water all over the sink and even to the floor. We probably took more time to complete this task together than if I had decided to do it on my own. Nonetheless, we washed then dried each container and each lid. We then stored away our work in the ready-made case before placing it into the cabinet.

I admit I am a bit excited how I will soon use these gifts to make my daily kitchen clean-up a bit easier. That realization isn't the thing that will remain with me though. What I will recall is the time Hannah and I spent laughing and joking and sharing time with each other. It is also in some way, an understanding that holiday gifts or really any other gifts that we give and receive to celebrate important times are just material things that we desire or that we believe can make life easier. Such things just seem to be substitutes for the things we really want or need that we can’t purchase online or from a business, things like someone's time, happiness from shared laughter and memories made that will last beyond a limited sixty-day guarantee.

While I would love more time to do things I enjoy, it is nice yet sobering, to be reminded from time-to-time, that the value of time is often more important when invested on others rather than self. Even then, it seems to find it's way back as a gift all it's own.

30513 Memories: Home For The Holidays

Ready or not the holidays are here. As this post appears, we are wedged in between Thanksgiving and Christmas. At my age, I find myself trying to find ways to make a seven-year-old enjoy these holidays in unique and memorable ways. It often makes me revisit my own memories of this time of year when I was nearer the age she is now. Doing that takes me back to that time and that zip code, 30513.

I recall looking through the Sears catalog in the time before Christmas. While I have often written things down I am not too sure I ever transcribed a list of Christmas gifts I wanted. Still, there were trips to the Western Auto and the dime store where I eyed many things I desired. I also remember visits to see Santa Claus so I could tell him what I wanted. I also recall the tortuous feeling inside when he would ask me if I had been good the whole year realizing there were times when I struggled and failed.

I remember Dad getting out his aluminum extension ladder to hang the Christmas lights on the house. These lights were an older set of varied colors with huge bulbs. Mom usually put up the Christmas tree, off in the corner of the living room, although it also set at times in front of the picture window. My memory also stretches back to a time when we had a silver Christmas tree with a color wheel. I was fascinated by the color wheel more than the odd color of the tree. I wonder if Mom and Dad still have that tree somewhere.

Honestly, I don’t always recall the gifts. I mean I know there was an electronic football game, a Rock ‘Em Sock ‘Em boxing game and Hot Wheels. I was also just geeky enough to recall a book about our country’s presidents and a collection of fifty pennies, each one made in a different state. Then there were the clothes: sweaters and pants and shirts. I was less than thrilled with these gifts as this meant I would have to set aside time to try each item on only to face a close examination from Mom on whether or not the item needed to be a different size or altered before wearing. I guess I was short on patience since I had a book to read and had just gotten to the section on Chester A. Arthur.

Spoiled? Yes. Mom and Dad would mention from time to time how their holidays were when they were young. They might get a pencil or an orange. They didn’t drum these facts into my head to make me feel bad but I heard it enough to come to appreciate now how fortunate I had it when I came along. I also know it wasn’t just luck that enabled my parents to provide what they did to us. They both worked hard at jobs and at home to provide and save and spend wisely the money they earned. Such things were not then and are not now pure happenstance.

Looking back, what I remember most from the holidays when I was young were the meals. Insert your own fat, middle-aged guy joke here. It’s the truth though. Yes, there was sweet potato casserole, masked potatoes and gravy, cranberries, green beans, creamed corn, cornbread, slaw, turkey and dressing, glazed ham and pumpkin pie, lime salad, strawberry delight, peanut butter cake and black walnut cake with sugary coconut icing. Those things were there but so was family and sometimes friends. When we gathered together to pray then to eat, that’s really what made the holidays mean something.

Even with a pretty big table and space at a nearby bar just inside the dining room, there was not enough space for everyone in one room. This meant that being one of the younger members of the family, I could eat in the living room. Mom and Dad’s four grandchildren at that time would all get their plates and we would all pile on to the couch or lounge chair or floor and eat away. A football game emanating from the television set would provide the entertainment. Later, gifts would be opened but the real gift had already been opened. We were all together.

I have lived away from there well over half my life now. Even though I can’t really recall the gifts I received from specific holidays, it is those memories from those holidays that form how I expect the holidays to be in some way even to this day. There have been times when I had to work on those holidays and couldn’t be there making me miss what was happening more than I really knew at the time. There were times when I had to make a trip to get there knowing it would be worth the effort. During some of these trips I often wondered about some of my friends from my early years. By then I knew how some of us scattered away from this place and others remained there. I wondered if they were returning to their old home places as well and if they were did they have similar memories hanging around.

For now, Hannah will have her long list of things she will want Santa to bring. She’ll have to sit in Santa’s lap and answer that question he has asked so many kids before about their behavior over the past twelve months. At some point, we will make that drive to where I grew up. We will gather as family as we have for as long as my memory can recall. There will be new toys. There will be food. There may be tears. There will be laughter. There will be love. There will be family. Of all the things I will soak up and drink in at that time it will be the feeling I get knowing this group of people gathered together belongs together. I can only hope that will be a gift Jennifer and I can provide to Hannah to remember when one day she looks back at the holidays she knew as a child.

May God keep you and your loved ones safe and happy through this holiday season.

Bonus holiday playlist:
Bob Dylan "Must Be Santa" 
Kenny Loggins "Celebrate Me Home" 
Patty Loveless "Santa Train" 
The Eagles "Please Come Home For Christmas"
Roger Miller "Old Toy Trains" 
Bill Monroe "Christmas Time's A-Comin'" 
The Band "Christmas Must Be Tonight"
The Soul Saints Orchestra "Santa's Got A Bag of Soul" 
Robert Earl Keen "Merry Christmas From The Family" 
Dan Fogelberg "Same Auld Lang Syne"