Which one of us doesn’t cherish good memories of Christmas and its preparations? For many among us, including our precious children in Honduras, there are many memories that aren’t good, and yes, best forgotten. That is why one of the main goals of the team that goes down in November for birthday and Christmas preparation, is to help create new, and precious memories that will last for a lifetime.
First comes letter writing…each child anxiously awaits their package of letters and excitedly begins to write back. For some odd reason, we seem to lose electricity on these nights! 🙂 But the children carry on, and finish by candlelight if need be.
Then, the exciting time of pulling out the decorations and trimming the Christmas tree! Everyone gets involved, from the oldest to the youngest, and amazingly, miraculously even…(with so many little hands involved), it begins to look like Christmas. Hand crafted items are created and carefully put on the tree, and little faces are raptured with awe as they look upon the decorations. The manger is put out, the younger ones lay down and play gently with the figures, and the older ones mischieviously exchange the broken headed figures, putting the camel’s head on the shepherd and visa versa, laughing at their own great creations!
Then birthdays for the quarter are celebrated. What joy to see the expressions on each face as they find out what awaits them in their package…and it cannot be expressed with words to especially see those who haven’t received anything before, get their first gift.
In the meantime, up in the “upper room” sorting, organizing, checking the list, and checking in twice…as Christmas gifts are being put together. And of course, we can’t forget the part of Christmas we all love…making cookies! Oh, yes, think about making enough batter at one setting so that all the kids, mommies, and whomever wants to can make six cookies each! After the dough is made, the children cut it out and the cookies are baked and then decorated, each one an artpiece! Some dough is eaten, flour is all over everyone, and everything, frosting on faces, hands and floor, (a mother’s nightmare, a child’s dream), and soon most of the cookies are eaten while those who have over indulged walk around groaning and holding their tummies! But a memory has been created!
The Children feel blessed…as blessed as I do when I might ask one of them, “Do you know how much you are loved, and just how special you are?” And they look up and simply answer, “Yes, I know”.