Christmas

Christmas is barreling down upon us like a runaway freight train. The lights on the Christmas tree are as bright as the light on the train’s engine. Each year I think this is the year I’m going to get to enjoy the season, spending time with friends and just enjoying the fact the Christmas only comes once a year.

But alas that is not so. For the next week and a half I have something scheduled every day. Granted they may be small things, but still to have something on each and every day and sometimes two on one day; doesn’t bode well for my already tired brain.

Why do I do it? I know the word “no” why can’t I use it? Because this is a special time of the year and I want everybody to have and be able to do everything they want, even if that means driving an hour to watch a Christmas concert or driving thirty minutes to pick up just the right gift.

But don’t we all do it? I don’t ask what people NEED for Christmas, I ask what they WANT. Christmas it not the time to give needs, it’s a time to grant wishes. It’s a time to remember that because of a baby boy life is worth living.

Raised as I was, I don’t necessarily believe that Jesus was born on Christmas, but if it gets the rest of the world to recognize and talk about him, so be it. But he was born a baby. He made a decision to be born a baby and come to live as a human man, to suffer all the indignities that that entails, to love and be loved, to be scorned and then to be killed in the most heinous way that time had to offer.

As the days hurl by and Christmas comes closer, I hope to dwell on that baby boy whose ultimate death give my life meaning. I would like to crowd out the have tos and the running from one thing to anther and the barrage of Christmas songs over store loud speakers and dwell for a moment in the glory of that baby boy. And nights when I go in and shut my door and crawl on my bed for a nap, I hope to remember that that baby boy withdrew and had quiet time alone to recharge his batteries and that it’s okay.

But mostly I want to revel in love: love for family and friends, and the love that I have from God and my savior. I want to savor this time of year and the way it makes me feel and pack it away in tissue so I can pull it out and drink it in when things turn sour. I want to hold it close but also let it go so that is spreads to others and I see the light in their eyes. That baby boy makes it possible.

So here’s to eggnog, cakes, tinsel and tree, stockings and bows and kids full of glee. To those who are here and those who are far, Christmas was found by seeing a star.

To all of you, Merry Christmas.

Stevie

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