Once again it is the time of the year when we all have to decide what is enough and when we have gone over the line into TOO MUCH.  I must confess in my younger life, when I was still raising children---I leaned toward the OVER THE TOP.  I am guilty of climbing on the roof, shimming up trees, and stringing wire from here to yonder in an effort to catch the spirit of the season.  Those days are gone.  Now I find myself more apt to trying to talk myself into almost any  decorating.  The Thanksgiving box of decorations was never opened the past two years.  COVID lockdown has taken another prisoner captive--my annual dragging out the decorations.    I am usually gone on Thanksgiving and Christmas day--spending time with the grands.  It is a LOT of work to decorate and then the putting it away is even more of  a chore.  I am NO Scrooge, but I also fail to see how all my efforts really enhance my holiday experience.  I am not the only one in this season of life who echoes these sentiments.  IF the grands were coming here, I would be all out, but it loses the magic when those young eyes are not here to enjoy the wonder.  PLEASE do not think I lack Christmas spirit.  I have chosen to display that spirit in ways other than decorating, but I still enjoy the wonder of the season.

As I was pondering exactly what efforts I will make this year, I thought back to that first Christmas.  There was no glitz or glitter of the manmade kind.  There was only the majestic wonder of a star shining bright, animals bowing low, angels singing gloriously in the sky, parades lead by Wise Men, and shepherds seeking a baby.  God Himself decorated the skies and all the earth that first Christmas.  He celebrated as only He can with all the wonder and glory of nature and His creation.  The very earth celebrated that first Christmas in unequaled wonder.  That must have been a sight to behold.  OH THE WONDER OF IT ALL!

"Thanks be to God for his inexpressible gift!"

II Corinthians 9:15


  1. I did put up our tree last year as I really needed cheering up in the light of all the Covid mania, but this year, no tree; just simple decorations and the Nativity scene. Like you, if the grands were going to be here, I'd go all out. Remembering and honoring the story of Jesus' birth is enough for me.
    Blessings, Lulu!


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