It held true for my family on Christmas eve, last night. We stopped our traditional roast-turkey dinner at home, cold turkey.
I remember each annual roast turkey prepared by Tony in the old days (when my three boys were still growing up). Then Manang Vi, our long-time househelp, and son #3 in the years that followed (when son #2 had started his own family abroad) took over—up until last year when we opted for a ready-made bird ordered online. It was because Manang Vi had retired and son #3 was helpless without her.
The prospect of another pre-ordered turkey this year was unappealing. So we agreed to dine on some chef’s turkey in a nearby hotel.
(Upper left and right) The boys give the bird a once-over. |
Gift unwrapping (left); a tree I didn't have to trim this year. |
I feel wistful, as I guess people often do when the many Christmases they have celebrated with family wax and wane with the tides of time.
But I also feel joyful, as I reflect on that first Christmas when Christ was born to save those who believe.
“For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God . . .” Ephesians 2:8 (ESV)
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