Twas the night before Christmas and in the living room A tired, haggard Mom swept with a broom. Another shattered ornament tossed in the air by a naughty little eight-year-old with candy cane in his hair. He doesnt mean to be bad or make his mom cry. He just is impulsive and thought it could fly. They ask what he wants from Santa this year He replies with a rote Santa fly reindeer. They politely decline invitations from friends Instead they will celebrate alone again. It may seem sad or tragic, I guess. But an Autism Christmas is different not less. Their gifts are from heaven. None could be bought. They thank God for their child and the lessons hes taught. Hes not wrapped up in the latest toys, styles or fad. Hes happy in his PJs, being tickled by Dad. Dads happy too, although it took a while to get there. What used to be important dissolved in thin air the day he discovered his purpose in life: To serve and protect his children with his beautiful wife. Lessons of Jesus and Mary can wait. This year its just managing whats been put on their plate. Their life appears to be a chaotic coaster ride. But in so many ways its become simplified. Its all about Love, the rest is just dressing. Dont pity their state, learn from their blessings. Merry Christmas!
Posted on: Wed, 17 Dec 2014 21:26:38 +0000
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