Day359; Footnotes of Seeking the Reason for the Season

 I was reminded today, those blades in food processors…..are sharp. 

While in the process of preparing the stuffin’ for tomorrow’s meal, I went to empty the canister of the processor. The blade inside the canister started to drop out. Instinctively I reached to try and catch it before it fell. That is when I got my reminder. Just a nick on the end of my ring finger. The fun part that followed of trying not to bleed all over what I was doing was a challenge, but one I was up to meeting as this is not my first kitchen accident.

Once the stuffin’ was in the oven and the dishes cleaned I began a marathon wrapping session. The fun part was since I had asked the parent’s to do the shopping, I had to remember which gift went to which child. Only once did I have to make a call just to be sure. I only have my son’s gift left to box up and I wanted to make sure he didn’t catch me in the process of wrapping.

 I did something today that I started to pass on doing. But it is tradition. For as many years back as I can remember, my husband and I would always end up at that same big box store on Christmas Eve. A couple times being among the last to be run out of the store so they could close and go home themselves. I really started to stay home. It was raining, it was messy, it was going to be crowded and crazy. But it was tradition. So I found my raincoat, I called to ask mom if she needed anything and I headed out. 

I wasn’t alone. Traffic was backed up for miles.  I managed to get in the shopping center and find a parking spot even with someone coming down the wrong way. Thankfully, it was not raining at the moment so it didn’t matter I was so far away from the store.

Inside the store I felt the memories begin. It wasn’t sad though, just familiar. I ended up spending a couple of hours in there, but I didn’t feel as if it were time wasted. Even though the store was crowded, no one was rude, no one was pushy, it was Christmas Eve and everyone seemed to at least be trying to feel the spirit. And even though I had said I didn’t need anything, I ended up picking up a few last minute gifts after all. I already have delivered a couple and they were a hit so I’m glad I went if for no other reason than that.

My son and I went to his cousin’s house for Christmas Eve, another tradition that has been going on since way back. It was a wonderful evening spent with family and friends. The food was simple but filling. The conversations, the jokes, the very moments spent together, was what made it special. The time flew past quickly. I was so surprised when I looked at the clock in my car as we were leaving and I saw the time. My son laughing at me, telling me it was because I was actually talking for once and not hiding in a corner. Maybe.

Today was a day of memories, a day of reminders, a day of special feelings all combined to make it the precursor for tomorrow. In every moment today, I felt the love. Even my reminder lesson with the blade. While my shed blood was from a moment of carelessness, Christ was born to shed His blood for mankind. His blood paid the sin debt. His blood, shed out of love. His birth, which we celebrate, a blessed beginning of that special love.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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