I love family Christmas traditions! I love that as the family changes we can make new traditions while keeping the old ones that still work! Here are a few of ours:
Jigsaw puzzles that actually get finished!
Breakfast at the Otis Cafe!
Making Christmas tree ornaments rather than buying them!
Opening presents one at a time! Takes forever but so fun to watch all the reactions!
An I-pad mini for George!
Look at that smile! A Bogus Basin ski pass for Matt!
CS Lewis book for Mark!
Nike Fuel band for Scott!
New Madrid scarf for our Madridista Johnny!
New silverware for Mary!
Steaks for Christmas Dinner! Super easy and delicious!
Bonfire on the beach!
"Christmas Eve on the Desert".
Now George not Grandpa Lewis recites this poem each Christmas Eve. Our children have heard it ever single Christmas of their lives. They all admit that for many years they didn't understand it but now they do and it rekindles tender memories of Christmas Eve at Grandma and Grandpa's house and resolutions to be better people in the coming year!
Tonight, not one alone am I, but three—
The Lad I was, the Man I am, and he
Who looks down the coming future years
And wonders at my sloth. His hopes and fears
Should goad me to the manly game
Of adding to the honor of my name.
I'm Fate to him—that chap that's I, grown old.
No matter how much stocks and land and gold
I save for him, he can't buy back a single day
On which I built a pattern for his way.
I, in turn, am product of that Boy
Who rarely thought of After Selves. His joy
Was in the present. He might have saved me woe
Had he but thought. The ways that I must go
Are his. He marked them all for me.
And I must follow—and so must he—
My Future Self—Unless I save him!
Save?—Somehow that word,
Deep down, a precious thought has stirred
Savior?—Yes, I'm savior to that "Me."
That thoughtful After Person whom I see!—
The thought is staggering! I sit and gaze
At my two Other Selves, joint keepers of my days!
Master of Christmas, You dared to bleed and die
That others might find life. How much more I
Should willingly give up my present days
To lofty deeds; seek out the ways
To build a splendid life. I should not fail
To set my feet upon the star-bound trail
For him—that After Self. You said that he
Who'd lose his life should find it, and I know
You found a larger life, still live and grow.
Your doctrine was, so I've been told, serve man.
I wonder if I'm doing all I can
To serve? Will serving help that Older Me
To be the man he'd fondly like to be?
Last night I passed a shack
Where hunger lurked. I must go back
And take a lamb, Is that the message of the Star
Whose rays, please God, can shine this far?
Tonight, not one alone am I, but three—
The Lad I was, the Man I am, and he
Who is my Future Self—nay, more:
I am His savior—that thought makes me four!
Master of Christmas, that Star of Thine shines clear—
Bless Thou the four of me—out here!
