We had a Charlie Brown Christmas

I remember like it was yesterday.  We were getting ready to move again!  My Dad was a sharecropper and that meant moving whenever he could get a bigger piece of land or a better split on the crops.  It always meant moving in December, when school was out for Christmas break.  Lots of times we stayed in the same school district, but not this time.

Sometimes the houses we lived in were decent, but sometimes they were awful!!  This place was bad, really bad.  This was back before central heat and air, back when a wood heater or fireplace was you source of warmth, and when the fire died out you could freeze water in the room where you slept.  It was coming a light snow when we got the last of our things in the house and daddy got fires going in the heater and the fireplace in the bedroom.  When we got the bed up, my mom noticed that the snow was coming thru the roof, so she put a layer of newspaper between the cover so the covers next to us wouldn't get wet.

The next day was Christmas Eve and we didn't have a tree so she taped our Christmas lights to the window in the shape of a tree so that Santa Clause could find us.  I can't remember ever going hungry because my mom always had a garden an canned everything she could get her hands on.  Some of the best soup was eaten in that old house and the cracks were filled with love.  Christmas isn't about gifts or fancy trees, it's about love and the fact that God started his Son's journey for our redemption on that Holy night.

May you each have a Blessed and wonderful Christmas.

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