This is the time of year when my favorite music plays on more than half the stations, non-stop.
The time of year when it’s ok to have “one more” cookie, or truffle, or Martha’s rum cake.
The time of year when it’s so easy to get overwhelmed by all the stuff you want to get done.
- Gifts for the kids’ teachers
- Cakes for the Athletic Director and Coach’s Assistant Coaches and their families
- Decorate the house
- Tell stories
- Make cookies
- Church programs
- Driving around looking at lights
- Starting a new tradition
- Elf on the Shelf (don’t hate – it’s fun)
- Christmas PJs
- Christmas shopping
- Wrapping presents
- Eat cookies and drink milk on the Santa dishes
- Hit monthly targets with Thirty-One
- Book January parties
- Recruit another team member
- Deliver all those orders!
- Oh yeah, and all the other stuff that has to happen in a normal house with three young-ish children and a dog
- And let’s not forget it’s cheer season
- And soccer season
- And…
I have a headache just typing all that out.
The time of year when we are reminded of the infant who left Heaven to come and live among us and die for us so we could be saved.
The time of year we think about a teenage girl and her young husband, desperately searching for a place to give birth; picking a barn because there was nowhere else.
The time of year we remember the journey of wise men – across the sands and maybe mountains – to follow a hunch.
The time of year we think of solitary shepherds and how absolutely terrified they had to be when the sky opened up and the glory of God and Heaven was revealed. What it had to have sounded like to hear angel song through human ears.
The sound of an infant cry and how the universe had to sigh at the sound, because they knew, even if we did not, our Savior had finally come.
Oh.
Where are your pants? 