Our current church doesn't have a service on Christmas day unless it falls on a Sunday. Since we're traveling to another state, we celebrate the birth of the Lord the previous Sunday and in our hearts.
The days of cooking big dinners have been surrendered to the younger generation. Mom and I trek up to New England early Christmas morning, praying for favorable weather and traffic conditions. For a number of years now, we've spent Christmas with our dear friends, who are like family to us. We've watched their youngsters grow up, get married, and start families of their own.
Once we arrive at our friends' house and unpack the car, we travel a short distance to their youngest son's house. What a delight it is to have little ones underfoot again, their eyes shining as we walk in laden with gifts. Final preparations are made, and both sides of their family sit down to a feast.
With our biological family so far away, I'm often reminded of the scripture that says God places the solitary in families. Mom and I are blessed beyond our wildest dreams to have so many people who love us.
May the Lord bless you as you celebrate his birth with your loved ones.