Spring Christmas

The Big Brother came up with this phrase today, and it warmed my heart to hear it.  

I've tried to cultivate that sense in our home for the last few years. We put so much emphasis in our culture on Christmas and often let Easter be nothing more than a fancy new dress, a nice meal, and maybe an egg hunt.  The Birth of Christ is no doubt a joyful thing- a light piercing into our darkness- but that hope is void without Easter. 

I love this time of year. February is such a depressing month, and then, right around Easter, new life sneaks in almost overnight. You wake up to the world suddenly green again, as if a screen is switched from black and white to full technicolor.  Branches that looked dead bear new life.  The children have been running around the backyard the past few weeks, squealing at the discoveries of violets and buttercups, tulips and shamrocks, where barren rocks and mud just were.   It sets a great stage to talk about New Life and redemption. 

So we do Easter up big. Cookies, cupcakes, and egg decorating. Signs of spring tucked all over the house. We even pull the Christmas tree back out and deck it out in all the color we can muster.  Easter morning there will be baskets full of delightful treats underneath.  In the days leading up, we sing hymns, do crafts, and use our resurrection eggs to go through the the story of the last days of Christ. And just for fun (like our beloved elf, Waldo, at Christmas), we plant jelly beans the night before Easter and tumble outside early Easter morning to discover that they've grown into lollipops.  

Celebrations are a big deal to us, as I feel like they compose so much of the traditions that root our family and remind our hearts of the great Story we're caught up in. 

So Happy Spring Christmas, ya'll! Hope it's a time that gives you renewed life and joy in the abundant goodness around us.  

 

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