It’s Christmas morning. I look out the window of my north central
It doesn’t even feel like Christmas. We opened our presents on the 21st in anticipation of a trip to
So, no gifts to open, no snow, no Christmas spirit.
But then I look around INSIDE my home. A little tree on my kitchen windowsill twinkles it’s tiny lights to proclaim that it is indeed Christmas time. The bar between the kitchen and dining room is full and overflowing with home baked goodies from various friends (thank you, Penny and Eleanor J) as well as candy from the church treats. In the living room, new toys are scattered from couch to piano to a beautifully decorated 6 ft tree, leaving evidence that yes, Christmas has been celebrated here.
And then I think, though I may not look like Christmas on the outside (sitting here at the computer in my comfy pajamas) I can still keep Christmas on the inside as I reflect upon the day that Jesus made His debut on earth. From Heaven’s splendor to a humble stable. I don’t imagine that Mary, Joseph, the shepherds or anyone else thought that looked like Christmas either. But it was. No pomp and circumstance. No fan-faring trumpets to hail the King. No majestic parade. No silk or velvet robes. Just a smelly stable filled with animals, hay for a bed and strips of cloth to cover him. But Christmas nonetheless because Jesus was present.
And that’s all one needs to celebrate Christmas.
2 comments:
Great post, Sara. Hope those girls get feeling better soon!!
-Janice
Belated Merry Christmas! We too had sick kids, so we can sympathize. Enjoy your break from school!
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