No matter that many sorrows befell me this time of the year, I still love Christmas, the whole season and the reason for the season. Yes, having a Christmas celebration a few days after my baby girl died was hard, very hard, but I had a loving husband and three very lively children. The fact that God sent his only son didn't change. My mother, father, sister, and brother joined us for Christmas, even though all of us had a heartache. Christmas still came.
When my father passed away, my mother's mother, and then my mother during the holiday season, I hurt, but Christmas still came: the joy of which the angels sang.
The hardest trauma was the loss of two grandchildren who disappeared with their father not long before Christmas. Their presents sat in a closet for several years. But other grandchildren helped keep the Christmas spirit alive. The good tidings still existed.
Christmas is here again, and the joy fills my heart. No, there aren't many presents, and I may not receive a one, but I have the amazing love of God in my heart, a husband who still loves me and even thinks I'm beautiful, three children whom I love deeply, grandchildren and great-grandchildren who are the best in the world.
May your Christmas be blessed.