I don't know if it feels like Christmas or not yet. There's melting snow on the ground, lights going up, and commercials with jingle bells and chimes ringing in them. There's a certain amount of innocence that comes with it all. Things look different through the eyes of Christmas.
There is light.
There is hope.
There is expectation.
There is a calm assurance of 'everything's going to be alright' spelled J-O-Y.
There are gifts.
There is love.
There is family.
There is Jesus.
You want the tree up just to confirm or remind yourself that it's real, that it's there, that how you feel and what you believe has a happy ending. You want the day to come so you can be home with those who love you without conditions, expectations, or changes to who you are. I know I'm idealistic, and not everything is so perfect. I understand that we can't live in a constant state of Christmas here in this life.
There came a great light into the darkness. The same voice that said, "Let there be light" became the Light of the world in our darkest days. I hope for the return of that light. I see glimmers of it here and there in people's faces and actions. There is hope for a better day. Just when the days turn darkest, we can still celebrate.
Some of my best and worst memories revolve around Christmas. It is bittersweet. But the reality is I have trouble imagining things any differently than they are.
It's time to pull out the tree, the decorations, the lights - and hope. Lord, give us hope.
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