“Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” – Luke 2:11-12 (NIV)
For me, Christmas is the most joyous time of the year. Growing up, it seemed like everything in the world became right at Christmas. The lights made the streets beautiful, people were kind, Christmas music declared that God loved me, and an old man in a red suit left me presents.
When I was a little girl, we had special traditions that transitioned us from Christmas Eve to Christmas day. On Christmas Eve, my siblings and I acted out the Nativity story for our parents. I was Mary and Gregory was Joseph. Baby Jesus was played by the newest member of our family: Christiaan and two years later Tessann. After acting out the first Christmas, we set out cookies and milk for Santa Claus and went to bed early.
Christmas morning, we waited to look at the tree until the whole family was awake. Waking sleeping family members was forbidden. Mom and Dad allowed us to open our stockings and play with the little toys inside while we waited for the sleeping members of the Merkel household to wake up. (For some strange reason, Dad was always the last one in bed.) We were only permitted to rouse Dad after the last child had gotten up on his or her own. Then, we all went downstairs and attacked the presents under the tree. After opening gifts, we ate a family breakfast of bacon and sweet rolls.
Your writing prompt for the next two weeks is to write about your favorite Christmas or Christmas tradition. You can either write it as a personal narrative or use it as a springboard for a work of fiction.
Merry Christmas and happy writing!