Eleven years ago my heart was changed. With stories of Christmases past souring my taste for the season I was given an opportunity to create a new story. And what a gift I received, it opened my heart wide. (For the full story see https://wordpress.com/post/heartwriter.wordpress.com/326).
This December 14th I woke without an alarm clock at five in the morning, slipped on my shoes, put on my jacket, and grabbed the poinsettia by our front door. I checked the tag, On the first day of Christmas The Roberts received one poinsettia. I hoped they’d be surprised. The Roberts live around the corner and are a lovely young family with three boys under the age of six. The father often shoots hoops with our son in our driveway.
I had been thinking for weeks about who would receive the Twelve Days of Christmas tradition that we received unsuspectedly from my friend Erika and her family back in 2005. The Roberts lived close by, which meant my walking commute would be easy and I knew they celebrated Christmas. Although I see the dad outside walking with his sons or returning home from the neighborhood gym, I had met the mom only three times. The last time just being two weeks earlier at the children’s dentist. She had her three kiddos with her and I had my two. As we were saying our good byes I ever so nonchalantly inquired as to their last name. I had learned it once and forgotten. This time I wouldn’t forget.
On the second day of Christmas I thought I had slept in. Our bedroom was flooded with light and I assumed it was the suns and way past six. I slipped on my shoes and quickly learned it was four forty five and the moon’s bright glory rousing me. I could’ve headed back to bed. I grabbed a hat and gloves, but wasted no time with pants. Another pajama delivery morning. The moonlight lit my path to their home. After carefully and ever so quietly delivering “two heart ornaments” to their front porch, I stood in the street receiving the unexpected delight of being bathed in the moonlight.
The days that followed I continued to wake early by the moon, no need of an alarm. As the moon began to wane it could only have been the pure joy of anticipation that continued to wake me before dawn. Nudging me as if to say, “Come on Jenny, it’s time to wake and share a little joy.”
On day seven, the day of “seven satsumas” I brought our dog Buford. He patiently waited at the end of their walkway as I stealthily delivered the goods. Then we took a walk around the block before returning home. Such a treat to walk in the dark with the world asleep as Christmas lights lit our way. Buford quickly caught on and could barely wait for me to zip up my jacket as we he stood by the front door, his tail knocking on the door to his own rhythmic beat of excitement.
In the evenings I prepared their gift tags and meticulously placed their gift bags by our front door. Planning at least a couple of days ahead. Meant to be a family activity, my hubby and kids kindly left all the creating to me. I took all of their suggestions, but they stepped away from the details as they saw how much joy it gave me. Likened to a child making his first science project and not wanting any adult help or supervision. On day nine guess who knocked on our door? The dad!
He was hand delivering a Christmas card. When I invited him in, I am pretty sure he didn’t see me push the “Day 10” gift off of our tontsu chest, where it was waiting its turn. Although my move was clumsy missing all stealth and grace needed to be sneaky, I will have to ask him next time when he walks by or shoots hoops with our son, if he noticed.
Fast forward to Day Twelve, Christmas morning. After we had celebrated our traditions and opened gifts my family all put on our jackets over our pjs. Our daughter had made twelve candy cane scones the day before and I put on the final touch with a big red bow. We stood on the porch for awhile, knocking softly. I knew the dad was working that morning, but the tree lights told us they were up. And I knew no family with three small boys would still be asleep at nine fifteen Christmas morning. My family kept telling me to stop singing Christmas Carols, but I kept singing loud for all to hear until the door opened.
Mama Roberts told us she had a feeling it was us and then she gave me my Christmas present, “Jenny, this was the highlight of my season.” I teared up, always a gift in my eyes, pun intended. Words could not express my delight. My joy. She then shared more, “I hung up all of your tree wishes around the house.” On the tenth day of Christmas they received ten paper tree cut outs with our handwritten wishes for their New Year: new friendship, good health, peace, joy, and more.
This tradition, new to me back in 2005 has rippled out from one season to many. Now having passed this on to three other families, I will always hold those moonlight morning walks deep in my heart. A new story I will share for years to come.
Hi, I’m Jenny Gwinn McGlothern, Certified Transformational Master Life Coach, Retreat Leader, Writer, Teacher and Seeker. As founder of my retreat business, Mama Needs A Refill, LLC, one way I know I fill my cup is by showing up to a blank page to write. Thank you for stopping by and reading my Random Monday Thoughts, because I will be honest that fills my cup too, knowing others are reading my filled page. Life is too short to blog about anything else unless it touches my heart. Please know I appreciate you joining me on this journey whether you visit every week since I began in 2009 or this is your first blog stop.
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