Since I'd spent the whole Thanksgiving through December season in a Muslim country not hearing Christmas music or seeing nativity scenes or decorated trees in all of the stores, I wanted to take full advantage of all the Christmas activities I could in Melbourne. Mom, Dad and I spent lots of time walking through the city looking for red and green displays and checking the radio for Christmas stations.
I especially enjoyed the virtual Christmas story displayed downtown.
We also took in the Myer Christmas windows one morning.
Of course, on Christmas day I got to enjoy unwrapping exciting presents with Great Aunt Margi, Great Uncle Peter and my parents. I said "hep you" to everyone who got a present, and in that manner got to help unwrap almost every present, not just my own. One of my favorites was an Australia Rugby ball that was supposed to be for dad.
I have to say, though, that the most special part of my Christmas day took place that morning when Mom worked on a batch of eggnog and a stack of crepes while Dad got out all the berries we'd picked the day before and they let me help to read the Christmas story before church.
I know I can't understand everything about Christmas yet, but I do think it's pretty neat that God would choose to leave his perfect heaven and be born in our very imperfect world to help us learn how to live and eventually die so that I can be forgiven for all the ways I mess up each day.
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