The Coziest Christmas

Slowly we climb; up and up over the mountain pass.  Our all-wheel drive Subaru faithfully carries us up and over.  We hear the Christmas tunes cheerfully piping out of our car radio.  The trees are heavy laden with snow that looks like fluffy white frosting on a chocolate cake. Everything around us looks like it is part of a picture from the December issue of Country Magazine.  The moon shines down over the trees, creating bluish silvery silhouettes on the sparkly white snow.  We are on our way to family’s house.  We are going to family Christmas in Moses Lake.  As we drive along, visiting and enjoying the scenery I say to my Momma “You know, this is such a cozy Christmas already.  I am happy we get to be with family, and that we get to travel over the mountains and see how beautiful this is.  I think the only way it could be any more perfect is if it is snowy in Moses Lake so we get to have a white Christmas there. “

As we finished descending from the pass,   I was pleased to see that there was still a light layer of powdery white snow on the ground.  However, as we got farther East, the snow grew more and more sparse.  By the time we pulled into my Auntie and Uncle’s driveway, it was only a hint here and there in the ditch.  I couldn’t even bring myself to feel disappointed, since we were so happy to be here.

We slept in the living room, since there was other family here also using the beds.  Something about sleeping near the Christmas tree is so cozy.

Christmas tree in ML

We woke up to a houseful of happy people; my Auntie Marne made us Espresso coffee drinks, and my Uncle Kelly made us all gourmet Omelets for breakfast.  We sat around the dining room table and visited while we ate breakfast.  We moved to the family room to work on a big jigsaw puzzle.

Mom and Nik puzzling in ML

Pretty soon, I looked out the window and it was snowing!  First it was little tiny snowflakes, but they gradually increased in size and began to stick to the ground, covering everything in a sparkling clean white blanket.

Snow and lights in backyard in ML

A group of quail came into the backyard, scratching around under the bird feeder for leftover seeds, with their little topnotches bobbing.  My  cousins proudly show off their new presents.   Love and Laughter abound.

quail in ML in snow

Supper was a superbly prepared ham compliments of Uncle Jeff with lots of fabulous accoutrements. This was followed by more visiting, laughter, and a few afternoon naps.  Later we gathered in the Living Room and listened to the reading of the Christmas story; a gentle but ever true reminder of the real reason for all the celebration and gift giving this time of year.  Jesus: God with us.  He literally gave himself to us as a gift.  He came quietly as a babe, born humbly in a stable by a faith filled young woman.  He chose to let humans tend him as an infant, care for him as he grew up and show him love and compassion.  He allowed himself to experience every hurt and pain that we all do.  He ultimately paid the price for all our wrong choices when he died on a cross.  God sacrificed a part of himself for our welfare.    We commemorate this when we give gifts, feast on a generous spread of foods and spend time together with loved ones.

Family time at Christmas comes in lots of forms.  It isn’t that the way my family does it is any better than how anyone else does it, but somehow this Christmas was especially cozy and meaningful for me.

Merry Christmas to you all!


About annamarieklikan

I am in my late twenties; I am a follower of Jesus, an avid reader, a lover of all animals, a professional scheduling coordinator (less glamorous than it sounds) and a self-admitted goofball sometimes.
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