My Personal Inspiration Spot
I was thinking back to my childhood memories and the Christmas that almost wasn’t. I was probably 9 and I remember we didn’t have much money. It was clear that there wasn’t going to be a train or a guitar or any large gifts under the tree. Mom had confided in me that this was a tough year. I told her to think of my sisters; one wanted a doll, another a doll house. My littlest sister was just learning to walk.
This Christmas stands out because it was a homemade Christmas. The gifts we gave each other were from the heart. We made colored rings of garland out of tissue paper and strings of popcorn. And on Christmas morning, we held each other close. It was the best Christmas ever.
With all the snow in the Sierra this year, and the sudden coldness in Las Vegas, I started thinking about all of the best Christmases we had as a family. And I thought about my own kids and those Christmases in Texas; our children gave me new memories. Children are what make Christmas special.
Here is this year’s Christmas story for you to listen to on Christmas Eve. Today, I’m driving back to Texas to spend time with my family. I wish all my family and friends a Merry Christmas and May God Bless.
A Child’s Christmas in Wales by Dylan Thomas.