I just finished decorating for Christmas. Seems I put up less each year, but some things are a must:
- The old plaster nativity set I had as a child, complete with one wise man’s chipped off nose and Joseph’s empty hand that held a long-lost staff.
- The coiled-rope door wreathe – one of my husband’s old team-roping ropes spruced up with a red bandana and jangling sleigh bells.
- My collection of rocking horses.
- A small tree full of miniature white lights, topped by a hand-made “country” angel.
This year several inches of snow outside my door add to the Christmas atmosphere. But I wouldn’t enjoy it nearly as much without the cozy fire in the wood stove and a cup of hot cocoa.
It’s contrast that makes the moment.
Quiet in the rush. Warmth in the cold. Lights in the darkness. The king in a stable.
May your Christmas be filled this year with quiet, warmth, light, and the King of kings.
For unto you
is born this day
in the city of David
which is Christ the Lord …
Glory to God in the highest,
and on earth peace,
good will toward men.