Christmas morning is here. You feel it in your bones, and
have been tossing and turning all night with excitement. Finally… it is here.
You see, this is a very special Christmas morning. You have only had one
Christmas morning before this one, and it was the most incredible thing you
have ever experienced in your life. You carry it with you everywhere you go.
Since that Christmas, you have been longing for another… but waiting ever so patiently.
But this year it’s coming! You know because you received a little note, wrapped
in blue and pink ribbons promising that this year, Christmas would come. You cherished
that note, hugged it and sang praises and danced. What an amazing little note
it was. And so the dreaming, wishing, and anticipation began. You have been lying
in bed at night, dreaming of what it will look like Christmas morning when you
tiptoe downstairs. What color will the lights and wrapping paper be? What will
be waiting under the tree? You have been preparing for the day as well… baking
cookies and decorating the house. And now it’s here!!!!!
You tip toe downstairs, just as you imagined. Your heart is
racing and feels as if it will leap out of your chest at any moment. Then, you
turn the corner to only discover something you didn’t know was possible…the
note lied… Christmas didn’t come. There are no lights, no gifts, and the
cookies you baked still sit under the tree… untouched. Your heart drops to the
bottom of your soul. Slowly you pack away all your Christmas decorations, along
with the wishes and dreams you had just the night before, and tape the boxes
shut… not knowing if and when you will open them again.
Outside you hear the shouts and cries of your friends as
they sing and dance… for Christmas arrived at their house. You watch them play
with their new gifts, show them to each other, and discuss all the ways their Christmas
day is alike and different. You don’t want to look, so you go back upstairs to
throw your note away… the one that promised Christmas was coming.
And so you go one waiting. You cherish that one Christmas
you had… feeling blessed to have had it, but longing to experience another. You
wait for another note… even knowing that notes can lie. You continue to watch
friends celebrate and play with their gifts, happy for their joy but wondering
what it would have been like if Christmas had come like the note said. You
still have your box packed away… decorations and cards and lights. It waits… you
wait… for Christmas to come.
