My daughter fit nicely into this stocking on the day of her birth. She’s much bigger now—old enough to dub this time of year “Birth-mas” for herself.
Not that we ever gave her combined “birthday/Christmas”, or birth-mas gifts. No, never. We always reserved one room in the house for birthday decorations, and she received separate birthday presents wrapped in birthday paper.
We always thought this was an important thing to do, but we had no idea how important until she got old enough to communicate. Then we learned that months after the events had pass she clearly remembered which gifts were for birthday and which were for Christmas. In our minds those gifts were all jumbled up, but she had them carefully categorized.
We’ve made every effort to separate the two events, but the overwhelming entity that is Christmas interferes with the birthdays of those born any time near the event. So, birth-mas it is.
It’s not so bad really. After all, what is Christmas if not a big birthday party?
Posted on December 24, 2013, in Christmas stories, Gratitude, Inspiration, modern faith and tagged birth-mas, Birthday, Christmas, Christmas birthdays, Jesus, Religion and Spirituality. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.