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The Lullaby Lull after the Excitement of Christmas


  It’s December 26th, the day after Christmas. Presents have been unwrapped, holiday hams have been eaten, and parties have been attended. Now what to do? It’s the lullaby lull after Christmas. Now we’re bitter sweetly singing, “What’s next on the agenda?” It’s as if we all have a bit of holiday postpartum depression. The excitement of Christmas has dipped and we are getting off the rollercoaster of cheer. We stand at the exit and look around to spot our next destination. 

Instead of singing a lullaby lull, sing of sweet praises. Sing of memories that have twinkled and laughter that has been sugared. But, I know, I feel a little sadness myself. It was the first time that my husband and I exchanged gifts. This was our second Christmas as a married couple.  It was funnel cake fun to buy presents for my husband. It was peppermint sweet to see the delight in his eyes when he opened his presents. The merriment trimmed his face. It’s an intimate Christmas I will treasure, like the trinket trove in our stockings. 

We scramble, literally, to bake or buy gifts. We prepare our home to glisten with glee. We deck the tree from bottom to star-lit top. Adults chime in with children’s belief of a jovial man jingling through the sky. A sense of magic carries throughout the world. Once Christmas has come and gone, the rush of jolly joy has lulled. 

It’s hard to move on from a wonderful memory day.  But, wrap up those memories in a ribboned box and open it every now and then. Make sure to print the Christmas pictures that were taken and speckle them in an album. Make sure you have easy access to memories so they can be pondered with love. 

The year 2020 is approaching quickly. God has blessed my husband and I this year and I can’t wait to see what He has in store for us next. Focus on God and give Him the future. Thank Him for the intricate snowflakes of memories. Don’t lay in the lull, but sing of blessings to come. 


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