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The Year I Couldn't Save Christmas

The Year I Couldn't Save Christmas

I discovered our most important Christmas task
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"Mom, are we really not going to put up a tree this year?" my son asked me.

It was December 20. There was no hint of Christmas around our house. I wasn't sure there would be.

Most years, our tree was up the day after Thanksgiving—a magnificent, fragrant, 20-foot fir with gorgeous, color-coordinated ornaments. All December, Christmas music played on the stereo, and luscious aromas filled the air. The doorbell rang again and again. For as long as my kids could remember, our house had been Christmas central.

Not this year. This year was different.

My 20-year marriage had just dissolved in divorce. I was now a single mom with four teenagers. My budget was stretched past the breaking point, and my spirit was strained even further. Some days I could barely manage to get out of bed.

"What's the point in putting up a tree?" I said. "Christmas will never be the same."

Then I saw Sam's sad face, and guilt surged. My kids were counting on me to give them a little taste of normal and joy this Christmas. And I just wasn't capable of doing that.

"I'll get the tree tomorrow," I told him.

Two days later, all four of my kids were home on Christmas break. And there was still no tree. No sign of Christmas.

"This is really depressing," I heard one of them grumble, and my heart broke again.

"I'll get a tree tomorrow," I repeated. Even I didn't believe my words.

That evening, while cleaning up after dinner, I heard voices downstairs, in the finished basement. Then my oldest appeared.

"Mom, we have something to show you."

She led me downstairs. There, near the piano, stood the scruffy little artificial conifer we used to call the children's tree. I'd bought it years before, when the kids were small, and I used it to hang their school ornaments—those construction paper and glitter and macaroni creations that just didn't look right on my majestic, fragrant, decorated, upstairs tree.

Apparently the kids had dug through our store room to find that tree. They set it up, draped it with lights, and hung their childhood ornaments. The tree was still scruffy, but it was beautiful too.

"Do you like it, Mom?" One kid handed me a cup of steaming cocoa. Another started playing carols on the piano. All I could do was sink into a chair and weep.

"Mom, what's wrong? This was supposed to make you happy."

I was happy. And overwhelmed by guilt that I hadn't managed to make Christmas happen for these kids I loved so much. And overcome with gratitude that they had gotten together to make it happen for me.

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Jan B

January 09, 2013  11:57am

I have three close friends who lost loved ones over the Christmas holiday. The other day I was thinking how sad it is that these deaths occurred so close to Christmas. Then the thought came to mind, how much sadder death would be if it were not for the birth of Jesus. It put a different perspective on it for me. Thanks for this article.

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Vicci Cook

January 08, 2013  3:54pm

This reminds me of a Christmas season 5 years ago when my husband passed away quite suddenly leaving me, his 18-year-old son and our handicapped daughter behind. It was all I could do to smile during that Christmas and even the following one. I'll always equate Christmas with the passing of my husband, but it hasn't dampened my enthusiasm for it. It's all the giving and the love behind the season, and the unspeakable gift of God's son, that makes it joyful.

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Johnese Burtram

December 31, 2012  11:17am

Thank God for the tanicity of Emmanuel - God with us. Where meek souls will receive Him, still, the dear Christ enters in.

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