A Wonderoo Christmas
“For a child is born to us, a son is given to us. The government will rest on his shoulders. And he will be called: Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” Isaiah 9:6
‘Twas the night before Christmas, back when Jordache was “in”. I was sixteen years old, and still very thin. Mother was baking our favorite desserts, strawberries with chocolate and tuxedo shirts.
The house smelled of peppermint, cookies, and pine, and I’d counted the presents—15 were mine. I stacked all the presents in neat little rows, while shaking and feeling through ribbons and bows.
Then, Mother announced in a sweet, Christmas voice, “Remember tradition. You each get one choice. We’ll open one present this Christmas Eve night, and read Luke Chapter 2 by the candle’s soft light. Your father will be here at thirty past eight, so finish your choosing—don’t make us all wait.”
Nancy and Jimmy chose quick as a wink, but me . . . well, I needed some more time to think. I squeezed and I squinted my best x-ray eyes, determined to unwrap the best new surprise.
And, then I beheld it. I knew what it was—a new pair of Jordache! I knew it because . . . Well, because of its shape, how it teased me and taunted. And, because Mother knew what her favorite one wanted!
I tore back the wrapping without any care—no need to—the Favorite One knew what was there. But, my confident gleam turned to crimson red hues, for the package contained: Wonder Woman Underoos!
“How could you?” I sassed. “I’m sixteen! I’m not three! I’m not that small child you once bounced on your knee!” My mother sat still—warm and soft in her place. Midst my rant, I’d not noticed the tears on her face.
“Dear Mother, forgive me for what I have done. I’m the worst of the litter!” How, I wanted to run. But, she just embraced me, and gave me a kiss—reflecting the Father. His love is like this.
He is Wonderful, Counselor, mighty to save! He showed us His love in the Son that He gave. This Christmas I smile at 1982, reminded that Christ came for me and for you.
May you have the best Christmas you’ve ever had in your life.