Since I will travel to Belgium in October to attend a friends wedding, I will not be able to go back home for Christmas this year. It was a realisation that had been slowly dawning upon us. I wondered for a while what kind of Christmas this would make. Would we stay here in our own home and forgo travelling for the holidays? Would we go to my in laws home in Saint Louis? Would we travel to their vacation house a few hours away from us and celebrate there together?
But since yesterday, it has been arranged: My husband and I will be hosting Christmas celebrations next year, for at least his parents and his sister and my mother.
Maybe this is my final step into adulthood? It seems like a passing on of the torch. My mother has always been the hostess for Christmas. My mother in law for Thanksgiving in the three years that I have celebrated it. And now it will be my time to be the hostess for a major holiday celebration.
Most of my memories of Christmas are wonderful. Filled with extended family as a child. Though I remember my objections to the smelly cheese platter that was a stapel at our Christmas feast equally well.
As I wrote about here, the last years have seen some traditions change as well. My husband and I have formed our own family now and need to do some things different as it suits our needs.
Yet this is so big. While I have no doubt my mother will be willing, even longing, to help out with the cooking and everything, the end responsibility of the celebration will be in my hands. It's an awe inspiring gift to be responsible now for shaping the first memories my son will have of Christmas.
I want it to be centered on Christ first and foremost. The Word became Flesh. After that, I want it to be focussed on the love of our family and the gathering together. All of that I would like to see wrapped up in pretty decorations, a good meal and lots of fun. Oh my... only eleven more months you say?