Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Memories of Christmas...in my garage!

It's that time of the year again. The time for fattening food, relatives, travel and overspending. Commonly known as The Christmas Season! Well let me sound off on a few things relating to this season. Let's talk gifts. Just a few weeks ago I embarked on the grand task of cleaning out my garage. That is only what a few very "different" people look forward to once every few months. I know a guy whos wife cleans out their garage with a rented dumpster every year...not really she just throws everything away. If we weren't supposed to have all of that junk God would not have created garages for us. But, back to my topic...my garage being cleaned out. In my quest for order and sanity I rediscovered an old christmas gift circa 1988. Trust me the gift in discussion was something "out of this world" in 1988! So awesome that it has ended up in my garage forgotten and so "out of fashion" twenty years later. Well that brings me to the thought of gifts...if you can give one that is great, but if for some reason you are not able to...that is just fine. As you can see from my cleaning project that no matter the value of the gift you give or receive it will be forgotten sooner or later. However, I had forgotten the gift even existed but regardless of the condition of or the popularity of the gift I still remember vividly "who" gave the gift to me.

My mother!

Even though I had forgotten about her awesome gift from Christmas 1988, I have never forgot how much she means to me and my family. So I think that the important lesson to learn about christmas is to make the memories last because the gifts will not.
So as each of us approach the last few weeks of 2008 and we celebrate the birth of our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. Allow me to remind you to take some time to make some lasting memories with your family and friends. They are the only thing that will last the test of time. To be honest you never regret good memories...but you can regret buying a Haliburton briefcase that would throw out the shoulder of a young man let alone the shoulder of this middle-aged man. Well come to think of it back in 1988 I was a young man! Now that is a reality check memory!

Skip the briefcase and stick to the memories they last longer and are never forgotten in the garage!

That's what's on my mind.