Christmas to me . . .
- is laughter ringing through the halls decorated with manger scenes, greenery, and happy faces.
- It is a heart so full of joy that it grabs the nearest victim in the kitchen . . . and proceeds to dancing in time to “Little Drummer Boy”.
- It is the huge smile homemade cookies bring to the wrinkled face of the elderly man in the nursing home.
Christmas to me . . .
- means giving to a friend who carries many burdens. Both inside and out.
- It is popcorn, cider, and failing miserably at playing chess with my teenager.
- It is all about Silent Night, Away in a Manger, and Canon in D carrying me through loads of dishes and diapers.
Christmas to me . . .
- is looking at the mountains with their freshly-fallen, pristine snow that glistens in the bright December sunshine . . . and wanting to shout “How much sweeter can heaven possibly be?!”
- It is wrapping Mr. Fat Squishy and Little Tyke up in their winter coats . . . to see the sweet old lady up the mountain who doesn’t know my Jesus.
- It means opening my home and heart to those who need a peaceful, happy place to land.
- It is friends whose love circles your heart and warms you to your toes.
Christmas to me . . .
- is full of little boy giggles from the bathtub after one too many sticky candy canes.
- It looks like love, laughter, and kisses from dimply cheeks.
- It is praying for the children who have no one to hold them tight this Christmas . . . nobody to tuck them under cozy covers at night . . . no mama to kiss those cheeks still pink from the winter air . . . no daddy to pull them on the sled this winter.
- It is the melodic strains of “O Holy Night” carried on the frigid winter breeze to the lonely soul sitting just inside the door.
Christmas to me . . .
- is remembering the message the angels shouted to the heavens and the earth beneath . . . “Glory to the God in the highest!” And praying it will forever resound in the corridors of my soul.
- It is a little boy in snow boots whose heart is so happy he declares it a “kissing day”.
- It looks like marshmallows floating on a cup of hot cocoa, sounds like laughter echoing off the mountains, and smells like fresh-baked cinnamon rolls.
- It is praying God would fill us so full of His Spirit . . . that it would cause those around us to hunger mightily for the Hope that is within us.
Christmas to me . . .
is when my heart, in humble repentance,
bows before the Babe in the lowly manger . . .
my King, my Lord, the Savior of my soul.
This, indeed, is Christmas to me.
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Blessed Homemaking says
I love this! What wonderful reminders of what Christmas is about.
Kim W says
Merry Christmas! May the peace of Christ be with you and your family.
Kendra says
And with you as well!!!