There is a house I pass on my way home from my usual grocery shop, that I’ve noticed for its decorations.
I’ve noticed it, because it stands out in a street where quite a few neighbours have gone to some kind of effort in decorating their front of house for Christmas. Matching red bows on the fence. Perfect lights hung across the roof. Festive Christmas characters on the lawn.
This house, has none of those. It has tinsel – two colours – green and red, and they’ve been strung throughout the beige picket fence.
Not in a perfect, deliberate, every 5th stump kind of way. More in a mismatched, let’s put it here, let’s put it there… maybe there, kinda way.
I noticed this house early on. And then, something about it, HIT ME.
It made me teary.
This house, this home, the people within it… I can guarantee you without knowing them personally, that these people are the embodiment of what Christmas is about.
Because the extent or magnitude of your Christmas decorations has nothing to do with how much you love it. Whether you spent $1000 in flashing lights, and 6 hours of your Sunday putting things up…
It actually means nothing. Sure, it does mean you love Christmas.
It also means you have two things. Time, and money.
The person who spent $5 on tinsel and 10 minutes on a Tuesday night to put it up, they ALSO, love Christmas.
And it tugs my heart so much, because they either don’t have the time, they don’t have the money, or maybe even both, and yet despite this, in a street full of so many perfectly placed and prettied Christmas decorations, they still put up their tinsel.
They still showcase their love for Christmas, with what little they have.
THAT is true love. That there, is what it’s all about.
I still smile at the fancy lights and decorations I come across at night, as baby girl wows in the car.
But this house right here…
It hits different. It hits in the heart. 💖
Don’t lose sight of what’s important at Christmas time. 🙏🎄
smikg 