For most of us Christmas ends up being the craziest time of the year. We pack as much as possible into the last 31 days – shopping, wrapping, party planning, decorating, traveling, on top of normal work and family duties. In the busyness of it all we miss the moment.
I’m writing to encourage you to plan your holiday fun. I believe good, wholesome, sanctified fun is a spiritual discipline. Let me share with you a memorable moment that made our holiday. It happened 17 years ago.
It was the first Christmas of the new millennia. Grandpa and Grandma Whitlow, and Aunt Patty were still with us. That Christmas afternoon would be much like the ones before. After unwrapping gifts we all would gather around the table for a delicious Christmas feast. Mom pulled out her fine china, and put on the holiday spread. Dad tuned in Bing Crosby singing, “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” at just the right volume. After dad’s prayer we all dug in.
Moments before the call for dinner, I planted a Fart Machine in mom’s fruit bowl. I found it at the mall while doing some last-minute shopping. In my front right pocket was the remote control. At a quiet moment out came the sounds of flagellation. Startled, everyone glanced at one another but went back to chewing. The family decided to cover the offender with grace. A few moments later another gaseous blast sounded. “Aunt Patty, are you OK?” I asked. Out came another fart. “Patty, really. Do you need to go the bathroom?” Hearing the sound but smelling nothing the family began to wonder. They soon caught on and we had a great laugh.
The day after Christmas, we all went to Tyson’s Corner to return some gifts. My brothers and I decided to bring the Fart Machine along. While walking through Neiman Marcus we planted the device in a pile of overpriced underwear. It was detonated multiple times on unsuspecting customers. Standing by the men’s cologne we laughed ourselves to tears.
I know this sounds really immature. I’m not sure if I’ve gone to far by sharing this. I’ve grown older, wiser, and honestly more predictable and boring. I think I’ve forgotten how to have fun. How about you?
Fun knits our hearts together. Fun is the secret sauce of family life. It’s the medicine that heals wounds. It drives out awkward tension, and brings joy. Let’s learn to have wholesome fun again.
This Christmas see fun not as a waste of time, but as an investment. In the most busy month of the year be intentional about having fun with your family. It doesn’t have to cost a lot. It’s the memory that matters most. Consider the following:
Drive around and see the Christmas lights while singing.
Have a family dance party around the Christmas tree.
Have everyone share their most embarrassing moment from the past year.
Actually knock on a neighbor’s door and sing a Christmas carol.
Personally deliver a Christmas meal to a needy family. (Just contact your local school.)
Do a google search for “fun family Christmas games” and do it.