Finally, at 6:00 AM, we agree to open presents. This is only after the 2:00 AM squeal alert that presents had arrived under the tree.
My living room sparkles with shreds of wrapping paper, bows, and tissue paper. By now, the little girls play happily with their new dolls, and I drink coffee–lots and lots of coffee.
Amid the laughter, I hear my husband calling out, “Can you think of any other person’s birthday party where you get the presents?”
He turns to me and says, “Isn’t that the real meaning of gospel? We celebrate Jesus, but we end up getting the gifts.”
Bring on the gifts, the shimmering joy, the peace, and the love. May we unwrap His gifts upon gifts, in obvious and hidden forms, today and all year. May we have the hope and the faith to see them, despite every circumstance.
May we lift our eyes and be led to what we’ve been waiting for all our lives. Can it be that what we most want, we find in that manger?
Merry Christmas from Live with Flair!