and the early mornings that came far too soon.
Back then, I believed the wonder was loud.
But now I know
the wonder is quiet.
It lives in the soft glow of the tree
before the day has even started.
It lives in the memories that show up without asking —
some joyful,
some tender,
some carrying faces and names I still ache for.
Every ornament tells a story.
Mr. Matthew/1988
Mr. Connor/1992
Every recipe remembers a pair of loving hands.
Every carol opens a doorway to who we used to be,
before we understood
how quickly time would carry everything forward.
I did not realize then
how fast children would grow,
how parents would age,
how soon “next year” would become “years ago.”
But now I stand here —
older,
a little slower,
and so much more thankful.
Because Christmas after Sixty
is not about rushing anymore.
It is about the peace that settles in
when you finally understand
that time itself is the blessing.
It is holding the people you love
just a little longer.
It is letting go of what never really mattered.
It is thanking God for one more December —
for breath,
for life,
for another chance to love well.
It is sitting in the stillness
and realizing the greatest gifts
were never wrapped or placed beneath the tree.
They were the ones gathered around it —
every child,
every answered prayer,
every ordinary moment
that turned out to be holy.
Maybe that is the gift of aging —
you stop chasing wonder
and start recognizing it.
So here is to Christmas after sixty —
where joy is softer,
gratitude runs deeper,
love stretches wider,
and the meaning shines clearer than ever.
And if you are reading this,
may you rest in this truth:
even as the years change us,
God’s love remains the same.
It was faithful before.
It is faithful now.
And it will be faithful
in every Christmas yet to come.
And the family grows and grows and so does our love for all the life !!!!
Ms. Mariah & Ms. Olivia…Sister’s 2nd & 3rd Grandbaby’s
Mr. Sam & Ms. Ruby #7  Grandbaby/Big Sister & Little Brother
Merry Christmas to all and a very Happy New Year !!!!
