This season has been so nuts and crazy. I had not worked in retail during the Christmas season for a long time. I forgot how crazy it can truly get. The past several weeks of working at the bookstore, I found myself behind the register without a moment of breathe between customers. Just when it seems that the line has finally reached an end, I would glance up to see that a new line had formed and stretched beyond the scope of my eyesight. I also forgot how the sales world commercializes the Christmas season so much and how attitudes and temperaments can exceed the rudeness scale like no other time in the year. I am so glad that this time has finally passed.
But the past five days is what Christmas is all about; well, at least for me. Love was always at the center of Christmas. A love that started at the beginning of time with God and then expanded to family. I heard love in an excited, small voice in a little boy that captured my heart from the moment I held him in my arms. For the past few days, I heard words such as this"
"I love you Auntie Kara."
"I am so glad that I came."
"Where's Auntie Kara?"
"She's Auntie Kara!"
"Auntie Kara, play with me."
"I told them that you are beautiful!"
I spent this Christmas with those I love the most, my parents, my grandmother, my brother, my sister-in-law and my nephew. Having them here was all that matter. It was hectic, it was crazy. I had to sleep on the couch with the cats walking over me at midnight or later, but I would not trade any moment for any amount of money or for the all the gifts in the world.
One moment that I will cherish since it is quite a new memory is hearing my brother request prayer so that our family would not lose sight that Christmas is about Jesus Christ than the presents we received. He lead our family in prayer right after we opened our presents. Another amazing gift that cannot be bought. This was a good Christmas.
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