What Christmas Means To Me

Guest blogger Amberly Kristen Clowe, author of Teeny Sweeney and the Mustache Cash (pre-order now)

For me, Christmas is that special time of year when we can all be completely silly in ugly sweaters, reindeer hats, and fluffy, warm socks.

It means fun Christmas parties full of gleeful cackling, sweet treats, and yummy hot chocolate.

We drive from neighborhood to neighborhood to appreciate twinkling lights and ridiculous blow-ups, like Santa in an outhouse or the Grinch stealing lights from homes.

I am privileged to look over at the sparkle in my young daughter’s eyes during a local rendition of The Nutcracker while my six-year-old son reminds us all that Santa is watching.

Only at Christmas does whimsy truly come to life with snow (Yes, SNOW!) in Houston, Texas. Just weeks ago, my children claimed their dreams had come true as they stared at the wintry wonderland around them.

And, it’s at this time of year, everyone seems to somehow collectively find their humanity—whether helping serve the less fortunate in person, through monetary giving, or by donations of toys, coats, and more.

Though all of these parts of Christmas are absolutely amazing, my most treasured memories are with family, watching plays and discussing the birth of our Savior.

The King of the world was born in a tiny, straw-filled manger, and each and every Christmas I get to be reminded of His miraculous birth.

All of these moments define my Christmas, and this year it is already a merry holiday for our family. I’m praying yours will be too.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!