When we were growing up, the full-scale celebration of Christmas always commenced on Christmas eve.
The family tradition was to gather around the tree and near the fireplace and listen to Gene Autry’s Christmas album and then sing carols along with Mitch Miller and his band, pose interminably for the family portraits that Dad always took several tries to take with his camera timer, and eat pizza or some other fun food and play games. After that the folks let us open all the presents from them and the Okie kinfolk, and we’d play with them for a while until we were sent to bed hopefully wondering what greater gifts from Santa Claus would await us on Christmas morning.
At our advanced age we’re more inclined to hopefully ponder the greatest gift that God might offer, and how His plan for it began on a cold night in Bethlehem, and how it might end for us. That’s a bit somber for such a festive occasion as Christmas Eve, however, when it’s far better to hopefully look forward to a new birth of creation tomorrow.
There’s plenty of bad news and ominous developments on the political scene we usually write about, but leave that to another day, even until next year. Instead, have a very Merry Christmas Eve.
— Bud Norman