My days generally bare a certain amount of stress, but it seems that this time of year breads a new and different type of overwhelming emotion and no matter how steadfast my attempt to avoid the vicious suffocating sense that I am bombarded from all angles, I come close to an emotional demise every year. However, this year is different. Halloween had barely concluded before I was decking the halls of the Hatch house and filling our home with pineberry candle scent and gingerbread treats. As the yuletide has amorously swept me off my feet, I have found joy in all the slow, home made ways of bringing this season to life. Although I love the wreath making, baking, cooking and gift giving, I can say with complete certainty that none of this would bare such excitement without the true reason for Christmas–Jesus. As I spent my day baking, creating strings of cranberries, and hanging dried orange ornaments, I couldn’t help but ponder the greatest gift ever given. Can you imagine, a man, born…with a sole purpose to die for us. So, I celebrate this year, consciously and wholeheartedly, and ever-acknowledging the true meaning behind the wreaths and merriment. What are some of your favorite parts of Christmas? Please share memories and sentiments in the comment section below. Merry Christmas all…
Cheers,
-sarah
Breaking Bread 