It’s one of those nights where the cup is full. Running over. Seriously. The cup could fill a bathtub. Maybe a small reservoir.
Jack and I are home in the light of the Christmas tree– in a room with little, flickering candles, and our Church on the computer. We’re on the livestream– which is made possible tonight by the very handsome video guy that I’m married to.
Our tree has presents under it for us and friends and family. Our kitchen is stocked with a wealth of rich treats and the makings of some great meals for the next few days. Tomorrow we will spend the day with parents and sister and cousins… and we will be spoiled in both gifts and the joy of giving.
But tonight– in the quiet… with just Jack and the two pups and a house that is dripping with Christmas decorations– it’s lovely.
We are still basking in the perfectly sweet Christmas service put on by the kids and youth at our church. Jack was Joseph this year– his big part was helping Mary up the stairs and into the tiny stable. And trying not to crack up at his buddies, the three kings, when they knelt in the most reverent way 11-13 year old boys can in front of a plastic baby doll and a girl that has been known to chase them in the halls of the church.
If a tiny 4 year old with a tinsel halo and bent up feathered wings doesn’t put a lump in your throat then your stocking should be all lumps of coal. But when said angel starts busting out some sweet, sweet dance moves– well… Glory, Hallelujah to the newborn King.
I couldn’t want any more in this life– we’ve been given so much. There isn’t anything I could unwrap that would be better than this feeling tonight.
Tomorrow we’ll read the Luke 2 account. We’ll put the tiny little Jesus in his manager bed and we’ll unwrap our gifts– we’ll eat our favorite foods– and the anticipation of that is delicious. But tonight we’ll fall asleep knowing that 2000 + years ago we were given the only gift we could possibly need.
Happy Christmas 2015. And God bless us, everyone.