By Kay Heitsch
Christmas can be a challenging time for many people. They may be remembering an unpleasant childhood, they may be experiencing the loss of someone, they may be alone, the list goes on and on. My Dad had a tough childhood. His mom died at age 5, and his Dad went into a deep depression. By the age of 9, my Dad was smoking and drinking, and he started to work on the railroad. Needless to say, his Christmastime was anything but pleasant. All these experiences made my Dad a rough-and-tough man.
When Christmas rolled around each year, these unpleasant memories seemed to take over my Dad's thinking. He was now a very heavy drinker. As I saw it, the way he dealt with life many times was to try to numb his bad memories with alcohol.
When Dad drank, he was very verbal, and Mom and I had to hear his unhappiness. When he wasn't drinking, he was a different person.
Dad did not like Christmas or receiving gifts at Christmas. He'd make remarks when drunk that he didn't want or need Christmas gifts now.
Years passed, and my mom died. Bill and I started to see a significant change in my Dad. For some unknown reason, he began to enjoy Christmas.
He was always excited when we bought him gifts. One year, we bought him a microwave. He lived alone, and we'd hear all about what he was making in the microwave. Another year, we bought him a radio with a tape player, along with some country tapes. I found out he didn't like Willie Nelson, but he did like Tom Jones. Now that was a surprise!
I'm not sure why there was such a change in Dad's outlook at Christmas, but I'm so happy that he was finally able to enjoy Christmas in the last few years of his life.
Remember how I led you on this long journey. Deuteronomy 8:2
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