It’s that time! Here we are! That wonderful thing called Christmas Eve! It’s already shaping up to be a great day. I slept in. (till 5:30.)
Actually, this whole month has been a shower of blessings—a flurry, really: only three days weren’t booked. But it’s been good: we entered the Season bedraggled and war-torn, so all the hoopla has been a healing balm.
Today, we’re joyful and triumphant. Who can help but celebrate? A SAVIOR IS BORN! For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. HALLELU-JAH!
Our house in December is a lot like Who-ville; no shortage of tringlers and fuzzles, pantookas and wuzzles. I count it among my major successes that our two grown daughters still agree—Christmas is a big deal. In fact, when my oldest asked her coworkers, “So! Are you all ready for Christmas?!” she was surprised at the number that said something like, “Ready for it to be over.”
But Christmas is a holiday for Christians. So, I can imagine that—without the great hope of the Savior, the month of December could make anybody Grinchy. What benefit is blowing a floof-loover and beating a blum-bloopa if you’re Ebenezer Scrooge? It’s just no fun.
For three weeks we’ve been decorating & celebrating, dining & baking, hosting & visiting, playing & concerting, singing & worshiping. This weekend will be filled with family and fun. I LOVE CHRISTMAS!
So, at least for a few more days, we will celebrate. We will not entertain thoughts of it turning into that not-so-wonderful thing called January; a calendar as white as the sheets that go on sale; the diet.
NO. Today, we’re joyful and triumphant.
God bless us. Everyone.