Memories of Christmas season of 1987 come to mind every year as I begin to get ready for Christmas. My severely handicap daughter loved Christmas and the lights on the Christmas trees. It was a week before Christmas when I was getting my Christmas baking done when Cyndy was crawling back and forth from the living room into the kitchen while I was making the cookies wanting one cookie after another. Some time had passed since the last time she had come wanting another cookie and I begin to wonder where Cyndy had gotten. With her being, so quite I thought at first that Cyndy probably had crawled up on the sofa and gone to sleep with the quietness of the apartment with the Christmas music playing softly in the background.
The lights on the tree had been on most of the day with the day being cold and damp. Cyndy loved the lights on the tree. She would go up to the tree, grab a light, and watch it winkle in her hand, then gently setting it back on the tree. Apparently this day Cyndy felt that the lights were being covered by the Christmas balls that she couldnˇ¦t see the lights as she had in the past days or either it was that Cyndy wanted the tree to be much brighter.
As I rounded the corner of the kitchen, looking into the living room Cyndy was taking the Christmas balls off the tree. One by one, she would take the ornaments off the tree, turning the ornament all angles, inspecting the engravings on the ornaments then placing them neatly on the sofa then grab another one and start her ritual over again. Once she had gotten all the Christmas decorations off the tree as far up as she could reach , she stood back and looked at the miniature lights twinkling, as she started clapping her hands and cooing loudly. Cyndy thought she had done us a big favor.
It was then that I realized that Cyndy wanted more lights on the tree and wanted to see the tree glow more in the dark. As quickly as I could I finished the baking the cookies, and grabbed up Cyndy and my baby son Richard, heading off to Roses to pick up more lights to place on the tree. As I placed the lights on the tree with four strings of clear lights and four strings of multicolor lights. We had a couple strings of each set to twinkling, and then the other ones remained stationary. When nighttime would come, the tree glowed so much that we could sit and read by the Christmas tree lights.
Every year after that we have added extra lights on the tree because of Cyndyˇ¦s love for Christmas and in memory of her. When you stop and think about it as my youngest daughter Katie said after Cyndy died „o ˇ§Mommy and Daddy I know why there are lights on the Christmas trees.ˇ¨ When Mark and I asked Katie, our six-year-old child at the time why? Katie responded with ˇ§One the lights on the tree stand for Jesus.ˇ¨ ˇ§Jesus is the Light of the world.ˇ¨ The second reason was ˇ§we can put more lights on the tree with angels each year in memory of Cyndy. This January 1 will be twelve years that Cyndy has been with Christ. Christmas will always have a special meaning to my family when we think about the brightness of the lights on the trees and on the hearth decorated with garland with clear flickering lights with stockings hung by the fire. We can rejoice because we know that Cyndy is with Christ, second, we know that with us having Christ in our hearts we will see Cyndy again when our life on earth is over. As Katie said, Christ came to earth so that we will have everlasting life with Christ if we accept Christ died for us and shed His blood for us. This year at Christmas stop and take a look at the lights sparkle and apply it to your heart what have you done to show Christ lives at your house! As Katie says when she was, little when she saw the Christmas lights that Christ lived at all those houses. May you be richly blessed this Christmas!