Then minutes later, looking out the window at the red sun behind the trees: I don't make Christmas happen at all. Whether I'm stressed or harried, the house a mess, the tree lights tangled, the cookies store-bought, the late arrival of a gift or two, nothing is about me.
Whatever made me think I needed a "handle" on Christmas? When has that ever mattered?
We will go to one of the many Christmas Eve services and sing Silent Night, Holy Night by candlelight. The family members who spend Christmas Eve at our house will arrive somewhere near the allotted time. We will, in fact, have too much food for our small group.
The next day we will unwind, my husband and I and the day after more grandchildren will come. No one cares if wrapping paper is strewn and the ham or turkey is left-over. Hopefully we will count our many blessings, our OK-to-good health, the warmth of our homes, the love of friends and family.
Hopefully we will remember that Christmas is not about Santa or jingle bells or how many gifts we give or receive. We will remember that Christmas is about our faith in the Christ child who was born in a manger to die and be resurrected on Easter Sunday and give us eternal life.
And you and I will say, "In this we believe." Lord, let us pray. AMEN
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