We plopped ourselves down on the bench, happy to have found a resting spot. We were exhausted from the sheer volume of shopping we were determined to both begin and complete in one day. The mall burgeoned with the sights and sounds of Christmas as shoppers clutched their treasures, holiday strains of music piped through the sound system, and the scent of hot, buttery popcorn wafted through the air from the nearby theater.
“We’re almost done,” my BH announced, as he winked in my direction. “I just need to take KD so she can pick out a gift for you. Why don’t you and Pipsqueak stay here by the merry-go-round?”
I grinned as our girls scurried out of earshot to the nearest window display, undoubtedly stealing a moment to reveal Christmas secrets to one another. My BH and I don’t typically exchange gifts, but when our girls were younger, we had a “system” whereby each parent took turns shopping with each daughter, who picked out a present specially “from them”.
I watched as my husband and eldest daughter serpentined their way through the crowds, hoping to conceal the stores they might enter. Meanwhile, my youngest daughter snuggled up next to me, motioning me to lean in as she cupped her hands around by ear.
“Mama?” she whispered excitedly.
“Yes,” I whispered back into the air, without turning my head toward her.
“Do you like Winnie The Pooh?”
I smiled, knowingly. She and her daddy had exited the Disney Store moments before we had met up near the carousel.
“Yes, honey, I love Winnie The Pooh” I said, emphasizing the word love and hugging her tightly.
She pulled back and smiled at me with satisfaction, waited a few moments, then queried, “Do you like Piglet?
I chuckled, then nodded my head affirmatively. Before I could answer, she continued on, regaling me with a whole host of questions, leaving little to the imagination as to my gift.
“Do you like to go on picnics? Is your favorite color yellow? Do you need salt and pepper shakers?”
“Yes, sweetie, I like all of those things, but please don’t ask me any more questions okay? Because Mama doesn’t want to guess what you got me for Christmas. Okay?”
I watched as she swung her dangling legs back and forth underneath the bench. A look of disappointment crossed her face and her shoulders suddenly drooped.
“But I just can’t wait ’til Christmas,” she wailed. “I want you to open your present tonight!”
I laughed outright. From the time she was a pre-schooler, whether it was birthdays or Christmas or any other gift-giving occasion, she just couldn’t stand to wait until the actual event for the recipient to open the gift she had so carefully made or chosen. No sooner had she wrapped a present, then she would implore me to open it!
Although she’s more covert with her questions as a young adult, my daughter still becomes deliriously excited when watching others open their presents, and wishes they could be unwrapped immediately.
I think God exhibits the very same excitement when offering the gift of His Son, Jesus.
The Father, lovingly thought of the perfect Gift, the One that would fulfill our deepest needs and greatest desires. 1 John 5:11
Then, He wrapped His Son, not in brightly colored paper, but in humanity, and generously offered Him to the world. John 3:16-17
The Gift is free to all who believe. Romans 10:9
All we need to do, is receive Him with child-like faith. Matthew 18:3
Unlike any earthly gift, once in our hearts, Jesus is a gift that remains with us forever. Matthew 1:23
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I’m giving away a $5 Starbucks card to the first 4 folks who respond in the comment section by answering the following: What was a favorite Christmas gift that you either gave or received ?