My daughter asked me the other day what I wanted for Christmas. I had to really think about it.
By society standards I don’t have it all, yet I feel I do not need anything, at least anything that comes in a box, wrapped in shiny paper, and topped off with a bow.
So, the question is, what do I really want?
I want to be eight again, lined up at the top of the stairs with my five sisters, youngest to oldest, bursting with excitement as we countdown to the agreed upon time to go see what Santa brought.
I want to tell my kids that it is 5:30 am and go back to sleep instead of telling them that it is 10:00 am and get out of bed already.
I want to go back and savor every moment with the knowledge that it is all over so quickly but the hustle and bustle, the exhaustion, the emotional meltdown over burnt cookies and the angst over what to buy was all worth it when you hear your kids talk about it with such wonder and appreciation years later.
But, most of all, I want to reconnect to the reason for the season that often gets lost in the hustle and bustle, the emotional meltdowns, and angst over what to buy.
I want to be awed by the obedience of Mary, just a teenager, who was chosen to be the mother of Jesus. I want to be loyal like Joseph who could have went with “this girl is crazy” but instead remained steadfast beside her and for God. I want to celebrate the birth like the wise men who traveled so far and the shepherds who left their flocks because they knew this is it, this is the real deal. And I want to be like Jesus, a ray of hope that things can change, that there is a way in this world that is filled with truth and light, that love is the answer.
I think about whether I have done anything worthy of people talking about it in 2000 years from now.
So, I guess all I want for Christmas is to be obedient, and loyal, and a light for this world so that even if we are not celebrating me in 2000 years, we are still celebrating Him.