I lost my brother Steven in September, and he loved the Muppets Christmas as well as Charlie Brown's Christmas. And as horrible a singer that I am, he loved for me to sing the songs to him from both
of those specials. It could be July and he would still love to hear those songs.
Even as I moved on with my life and out on my own, I would still go to the house and mom would be baking Christmas cookies and I would be doing my typical thing of watching these shows with my brother and singing to him, as well as putting up the tree.
My dad had the job of singing Frosty the Snowman and Rudolph, and to a child with autism, those simple things mean the world to them. The smells of Christmas are as fresh as ever. Aside from all the cooking, I also recall me and my mom walking home from Christmas Eve service, and for some reason, it always seemed to be a starry night and
crisp cold air, but we didn't mind, because it was so peaceful.
The loss of a loved one this year may make the holidays difficult for us this year, but through the peace we receive through the love of God. Steven will be watching over us this year and not wanting us to mourn, but to enjoy Christmas, his first in Heaven.