Christmas

 The closer I get to Christmas the more frustrated I am that my Christmas Tree is not up and all my Santas, Snowmen, Polar Bears. and Penguins that I have collected over the years are not out.  My Nativity is not in it’s special place and the Snow Village remains   in their boxes. Then this morning, as I was grumbling to myself, I thought this is not what Christmas is about.  We rush to decorate, shop and bake. Grumpy, because I can’t get it done and all the sudden it becomes not s preparation for the Celebration of the Birth of Christ, but a chore. A chore, that tires us, tries us and brings no Joy.

So maybe I’ll have a little less decorations and one less pie will help my middle. Then maybe I can find a way to honor Christ through service for others.  Merry Christmas and a Blessed New Year. Remember those whose family time may be less joyous because someone is missing.