As the final items on my Christmas list were checked, I opted to share the contents with my husband.

I should have spent my time elsewhere. Anywhere.

“Now, Michael,” I began, “I always write the list of what I bought and spent in my planner. This year I wrote it on the pages following December 2017. In case I die before you, know that a list will always be in the upcoming year’s book for you to use when you go shopping.”

He laughed.

“Really, Michael. You will need the list.”

“If you die before me, all of this ends,” he said, still laughing. “The kids are out of luck.”

That really won’t be news to the kids. They already know that. So does my sister.

On every holiday that I host, my sister Kay walks into my house singing, “Merry Christmas,” or the sentiment appropriate for the holiday we are celebrating.

Michael always laughs and responds, “You know, if Ronny dies first, I’m not having people at my house for holidays.”

“That’s why I’m coming early and staying late now,” Kay says as she sets down her baked spaghetti.

Then at the end of the day, when it’s as close to quiet as my home ever gets, Michael and I sit down to pick at the leftovers and thank God for all He’s given us.

Whether your Christmas celebration is filled with tradition, family and friends, or quietly observed in the manner my husband dreams of, I pray that there’s a moment to reflect on God’s greatest gift.

“For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.” John 3:16. Merry Christmas!

Ronny Michel may be reached at rmichel@rtconline.com.