Christmas Eve at the Cemetery
December 25, 2025
Most of us carry a lifetime of Christmas memories, some wrapped in joy, others touched by sorrow. For many, the season brings laughter, warmth, and family gathered close. But for some, Christmas also carries the ache of loss. I understand that feeling well. I lost both of my parents in the middle of December, in different years, and those Christmases felt dimmer, quieter, as if a light had gone out.
What is your favorite Christmas memory? When I look back, my childhood Christmases shine bright. My parents worked hard, and even when money was tight, they somehow made Christmas feel magical for me and my two brothers. They gave us gifts far beyond what their budget should have allowed, but the real gift was the love behind every sacrifice they made.
I don’t share this with many people, but I still spend Christmas Eve with my parents. How is that even possible? Every Christmas Eve, the night our family exchanged gifts, I drive to the cemetery in Temple and visit their graves. I know they are not there, today they are alive and whole in heaven, but those quiet moments beside their Earthly resting place remind me of their love, their faith, and the home they built for us. I have never spent a Christmas Eve without them, and at 77 years old, I don’t intend to start now.
Too often, we measure Christmas by the gifts under the tree or the ones we didn’t receive. It’s easy to get swept up in the commercial whirlwind, Santa Claus, decorations, and all the noise that tries to drown out the sacred. But Christmas is so much more than wrapping paper and wish lists.
As Christians, we must hold tightly to the true meaning of Christmas. God gave the world His only begotten Son, Jesus Christ. On the day we now celebrate December 25th, heaven touched earth. God’s gift wasn’t wrapped in ribbon, but in swaddling cloth, laid in a manger, offered so that we might be forgiven and redeemed.
Some say Jesus wasn’t born in December, that His birth likely took place in the spring. Recently, I read new historical research suggesting that December 25th may indeed be accurate, based on events from 2,000 years ago. But in the end, the exact date doesn’t matter. What matters is the gift. What matters is the love. What matters is that God stepped into our world to bring hope, salvation, and everlasting life.
So, this Christmas, whether your heart is full or a little tender, whether your home is bustling or quiet, I pray you feel the presence of the One who came to bring peace. The greatest gift you will ever receive will not be found under a tree, but in a Savior who came for you, loves you, and promises eternal life to all who believe.
I wish each of you, my gentle readers, a joyful and blessed Christmas. May your memories warm you; may your faith sustain you, and may your heart never lose sight of the greatest gift the world has ever known, the gift of the Son of God.
Merry Christmas, y’all!








