Christmas Comfort

Christmas Eve morning, I called Mother. Remember last year, she almost didn’t put up their Christmas tree? I was so relieved when she changed her mind. Well, this year,  she said she kept thinking maybe tomorrow, and then decided not to have one.

My husband and I offered to help her, but she said no.

“Tell me how it feels in your house,” I said, praying she was really okay without a tree.

“You know how I love, love, love Christmas trees.”

“I know.” That’s what makes this so hard.

“My energy is limited and after the Newtown tragedy, it just never felt right.”

I didn’t detect any regret in her voice. More like…a deep peace. Unshakable hope.

“We rearranged the furniture and it feels cozier,” she said. “And we have a huge candle on the fireplace. All around it there’s a frozen Christmas scene with Victorian china dolls ice skating. They’re dressed in the 1800’s. A friend made it.”

“It sounds beautiful.”

“Oh, it is. We love to sit and look at it at night. And on rainy days.”

“That reminds me of this little tree we have. On sunny days, it’s not all that special.”

“But at night, and on dark, dreary days, the lights shine so much brighter.”

“That’s exactly how it feels in my house this year. Our decorations aren’t elegant  like they’ve been in the past.” She paused. “It feels more like…like a stable. When we’re sitting on the sofa looking at the candle, the rest of the room fades away.”

“Mmmm. Sounds so…comforting.”

“It is. And He, of course, is our Comforter,” she said.

Christmas Comfort to you all.

P.S. I posted this on Tuesday instead of Wednesday thinking someone might need it today.

So much love,



  1. Merry Christmas, Julie! Our decorations are less this year, too. I do the front porch up with lots of red and green and lights for the neighbor kids, but inside, it’s simply our tree. Next year, I’d like to go to a smaller tree, unless Michael and the grandkids come out. I really like the idea of a stable Christmas!

  2. Sounds SIMPLY lovely, Ane. And love how you said it–a stable Christmas.

  3. Love simplicity in many ways. And I love spontaneous-ness. (couldn’t spell spontan-aye-ity!).

    We had a Charlie Bear stick branch tree at a holiday gathering. Fifteen-year-old grandson went out and chopped it out of the woods. We stuck it in a vase of pebbles and decorated it with empty root beer and mountain dew cans hung from the pop tops and a few candy canes. Someone even stuck a Subway cup with a straw in it at the base of the tree commemorating our family outing for “$2 in December” cold cut combo specials.

    Christmas is what you make it and ours was from the heart. Our tree, laden with cans, drooped and reached the floor as the days wore on and everyone at one time or another propped it up and made it right. That’s what Christmas is all about. Family. Togetherness. And sometimes, simplicity.

    Much love to all.

  4. I love the idea of your Charlie Brown tree, B.J.!!! Hope you took a picture.

    Such a beautiful comment, my friend.

  5. Brenda Greene says:

    The words that popped out at me were “deep peace” and “unshakable hope”! Just like a beautifully wrapped Christmas present, a reminder of what is important in my heart…thanks Julie Girl!

    Had it not been for two of our granddaughters, our Christmas tree would probably not have made it up. Deep peace and unshakable hope cannot be found on the tree but deep in our hearts and souls so not having a tree doesn’t dampen that spirit! Sounds like your Mom found that to be true also.

    Perfect post for Christmas! Blessing to you and all those you love!

    • Oh, Brenda, this is beautiful. So, so, pretty. Touched my heart.

      Thank you. Blessings to you and yours.

  6. Sounds like a lot of us just didn’t go all out this year. I never decorate a lot, but this year was even less. Just didn’t feel up to it.

    And you know what? Jesus’ birthday came anyway! A great reminder that He’s interested in our hearts, not our decorations. 🙂

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