Erickson Funeral Home

12/22/2025

I have always loved this depiction of Santa kneeling by baby Jesus🙏❤️

My dear precious Jesus, I did not mean to take your place,
I only bring toys and things and you bring love and grace.
People give me lists of wishes and hope that they came true;
But you hear prayers of the heart and promise your will to do.
Children try to be good and not to cry when I am coming to town;
But you love them unconditionally and that love will abound.
I leave only a bag of toys and temporary joy for a season;
But you leave a heart of love, full of purpose and reasons.
I have a lot of believers and what one might call fame;
But I never healed the blind or tried to help the lame.
I have rosy cheeks and a voice full of laughter;
But no nail—scarred hands or a promise of the hereafter.
You may find several of me in town or at a mall;
But there is only one omnipotent you, to answer a sinner’s call.
And so, my dear precious Jesus, I kneel here to pray;
To worship and adore you on this, your holy birthday.

12/21/2025

12/17/2025

Christmas changes as you grow older — not because the world becomes quieter, but because the voices that once filled your December slowly fade into memory. The porch that used to burst with laughter now sits still. The chair that used to rock gently with someone you loved now waits in silence. And suddenly, the season feels different in a way you can’t quite explain.

You begin to realize that Christmas wasn’t magical because of the decorations or the gifts. It was magical because of the people who gathered around you — the ones who made the house feel warm, the ones who lit up the room just by being in it, the ones whose presence made the holidays feel whole.

As the years pass and those faces begin to vanish from the doorway, Christmas becomes quieter. Not empty — just quiet. Quiet in a way that makes you remember the meaning of every tradition, every ornament, every story told by the tree.

And though they are no longer here, their love remains the soft glow that keeps your season from going dark. Every light you hang, every ribbon you tie, every memory that brings both tears and warmth is proof that Christmas doesn’t end when they’re gone — it simply carries them differently.

12/15/2025

Triggers come so often when we least expect them. And the emotional impact is immediate and without warning. Our minds are a storehouse of memories that can be released at any given moment. A sight. A sound. A song. Anything that brings on a memory of our loved ones can trigger those hidden emotions.

12/14/2025

REMEMBER THE REASON FOR THE SEASON

Many people face holiday sadness due to loss, loneliness, an empty nest or something else. When it comes to Christmas, there is a special reason to celebrate that extends beyond presents. Without Christ, there is no Christmas; Jesus is the main character of Christmas. Without His presence, the presents mean very little.

Though my heart is sad, I know joy and sadness can coexist. I just don’t want the sadness to tip the scales. Therefore, I’m focusing on the miracle of Christ at Christmas. I’m not suppressing feelings of sadness. When tears come, I let them flow. Then, I press on by recalling why we celebrate Christmas in the first place.

This Christmas crisis is an eye-opener. I now understand the holiday struggle that many feel during this time of the year. The circumstances may vary, but sadness and grief are universal. Compassion for others who are hurting is increasing and that’s always a good thing.

12/12/2025

Christmas brings joy, but it also brings the quiet ache of who isn’t here. 🎄
The world glows a little brighter, yet your heart feels a little heavier — because this season has a way of reminding you of the hands you can’t hold, the voice you can’t hear, the hug you still long for. Christmas hits differently when the person you wish you could hug isn’t here, and every light, every song, every memory seems to echo their absence. ❤️

But in the soft hush of December, you feel them — not in the way you once did, but in the way love never truly leaves. A warmth in the cold, a whisper in the stillness, a reminder that they’re woven into every Christmas your heart will ever know. ✨