Well, I tried going up to bed to catch up on some sleep. Actually, I'm not going to lie, I went up because I somehow still believe Santa won't come until I fall asleep. I figured it'd be easy, I mean, I'd been sleeping on our living room chair for about 3 hours while the rest of the fam was having fun. I thought I'd walk up there and be asleep the second my head hit the pillow, especially considering that I was up talking to my good friend Dave until about 6 in the morning the night before. But, here I am, staring at a computer screen, watching the clock climb ever higher towards midnight.
Obviously tomorrow is Christmas. Today my parents, sister Meghan, and I went to our church's Christmas Eve service. My mom was singing in the choir, she sings like an angel (hey, give me a break, I still haven't gotten my gift from her yet, things could improve...). The church service began a little difficult for me. When I walked in I was obviously thankful to be there. There were moments on this past deployment that almost caused last year's Christmas to be my final one. I soon got over those thoughts though, I generally try not to dwell on those things. But about 5 minutes in, a line something to the effect of "there are no more shepherds in the world" was said. Pretty harmless right? For some reason though, it caught my ear, and my mind started rolling it around and eventually paralleled it to Col. David Grossman's book 'On Killing'. So here I am, Christmas Eve service, thinking about how there are shepherds still in this world, they just wear flak jackets and the wolves carry machine guns. What a weird train of thought for church. I mean, seriously Wood, get a grip. But it choked me up, because a lot of those guys did not share my good fortune, and for 20 of them, those 'skin of your teeth' moments turned out deadly, and those moments stole every Christmas they had left.
So as the clock behind me strikes midnight, and the calender flips to December 25th, let me be one of the first people to wish you a Merry Christmas. I am so blessed to be able to share this day with my family, the people that I love and fight for, the people that God has blessed me with for unmatched support. I hope that this Christmas finds all of you in good health, good spirits and good company. And, political correctness be damned, happy birthday Jesus.