My fondest memories are of my family being together and celebrating the Birth of our Savior. As a young child I remember my daddy reading the story from the bible on Christmas Eve. I can remember my first solo at church. I was 3 yrs old and I sang two verses of Away In A Manger sitting around a tree. Our church was large and full of children. I loved church even then. I count my blessings of a having Christian family. I remember praying at the altar with my daddy when I was around the same age. I remember the tears and praying to Jesus. Jesus has always been a big part of my life. He has always been with me. Christmas is Jesus! I love Christmas, but it's a very sad time for me anymore. My mother is in a nursing home, my daddy is crazy, and I have lost my baby son. But you know what? I can still celebrate my Savior's Birth because it's all about Him. Only Him, not me. This Christmas I have so much to be thankful for. I have three lovely grandchildren, my son, John and Amanda. I have had a wonderful husband and sweetheart who has shared 43 Christmas' with me. God has been faithful! I honor Him in Celebrating His Son's Birthday! I love you, Jesus!
Please tell your story, poems, prayers, etc on your Christmas's past.
