The First Christmas Gift

The First Christmas Gift

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For God so loved the world…

What has happened to Christmas? When did God’s birthday warp into something so CRAZY? People are trampling each other at Wal-Mart! All to beat out the next guy and find that great Christmas Gift. Have we forgotten what it’s all about?

Of course, I’m one to talk…

Don’t get me wrong. I love Christmas. People look at my Christmas tree and call me obsessed. I refer to it as “celebration in style.”

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Christmas in Lights.

All right, I’ll admit it. I may go…a little…overboard. I like lights…lots of lights, but don’t worry. My husband keeps a fire extinguisher close at hand this time of year. But it’s Christmas. By the way, did I mention I like lights?

In addition to the excessive amount of the sparkling things on my tree, my windows may be framed with a few strands as well. The number will usually depend on time…and my mood. (I am getting older, you know.) To finish the decorating extravaganza (of the tree), I flood the overburdened branches with multiple ornaments and top it with the same angel I’ve had for the last twenty years. Loops of garland coat just about everything else in sight. Who says you need to SEE the pine needles?

But before the tree even finds it way into the living room, one unspoken “rule” in our house must be followed. Well, I guess we can call it more of a tradition. Christmas officially begins at the Blare household the weekend after Thanksgiving. My husband heads to the store room and digs out the Christmas decorations. Totes, crates, wreathes…you name it, we’ve got it. The pile grows every year and so do the number of trips to the storage shed. During these trips, he searches for one thing in particular for he knows he can’t return home without it. No matter what.

Every year, after he locates what he’s looking for, he brings it into the living room and gingerly places it on the sofa. What is this prized possession? An old, worn boot box . I think he bought the boots the second year of our marriage. Together, we pick a prominent area of our living room and unpack the contents. We used to do this as a family but now, it’s just James and I unwrapping each newspaper-protected ceramic piece.

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Nativity Scene

The nativity scene isn’t huge. In fact, it only covers the top of a small hall table. The finely handcrafted and elegant pieces, some broken, illustrate the story of Christ’s birth in a tiny stable and capture the essence of God’s mercy and grace.

With the First Christmas, our loving God’s Gift to this lost world, presented to any who may enter our home, we begin on the house. This may take a while, sometimes days, but when we’re finished, our home’s decorated, inside and out, in a manner befitting a king…our king, Jesus Christ. This is our First Christmas Gift. We offer it to the Lord, Father God, from the bottom of our heart…for this special offering is for the One who loved us first.

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Beneath the Tree

As time continues on through the season, presents materialize and are placed beneath the tree. More lights may be hung or decorations plastered to the walls. Then again, maybe not. Either way, when Christmas Day arrives, we pass our gifts around, the entire family waiting in eager anticipation. But before we open them, we pause and look toward the small replica of our Savior’s birth in Bethlehem a few feet away.

In this brief instant, we’re reminded every year that it doesn’t matter what we may hold in our hands. God’s already given us the most important Christmas gift of all…His Son.

I pray you treasure your First Christmas Gift, Jesus Christ, close to your heart this season.


 

Luke 2:10-12 Then the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid, for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy which will be to all people. For there is born to you this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord. And this will be the sign to you: You will find a Babe wrapped in swaddling cloths, lying in a manger.”


 

Merry Christmas.

Renee

Renee Blare About Renee Blare

A pharmacist by trade, Renee Blare serves the community of northeastern Wyoming by day and writes any chance she can get. Nestled against the Black Hills with her husband, crazy old dog and ornery cat, she pens her Christian suspense stories and invites you check out her website, blog, and social media.

Comments

  1. I have my grammy’s nativity set, It is a simple three piece set and I love it. When I set it out I take on a reverent and worshipful spirit. Thanks for sharing your story. Love it!

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  2. Thanks, Penny. I love this time of year and this is a way I to remember what it’s all about. 🙂 Thanks for stopping by! And commenting!

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  3. Ann Ellison says:

    I enjoy this time of year too and getting my nativity set out is one of the first things that I do. It is a wonderful reminder of what the season is all about.

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  4. Beautiful post, Renee. Oh, yes, like Thanksgiving, Christmas should fill us with gratitude. Have you ever thought about if you’d been a wise man or a shepherd coming to see the baby Jesus, what gift would you bring?

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  5. Hi Ann,

    Thanks for stopping by! It does remind us the true meaning of this season, doesn’t it? This nativity scene was crafted my aunt a long time ago. Several pieces are broken but it holds a special place in my heart for many reasons. It’s traveled across this country with us and is the first thing to see the light of day when we’re decorating. 🙂

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  6. Hi Janet!
    Every year, I hear the song, The Little Drummer Boy and it hits home as no other song does. Most likely I would have had very little to offer the little boy in the manger but I would hope I would’ve given all I had…even my voice lifted in praise.

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