Yesterday my motto was this...
If I hurry I can have it all done by Christmas,
next Christmas that is.
I'm not sure where the snowball started,
yet I am certain that I'm rolling down the side of Mount Holiday, mid-snowball.
I do know that it starts every Thanksgiving.
The Christmas season feels so fresh and promising.
We decorate the house.
I do some Christmas projects,
oh it make me feels so crafty.
I start my Christmas cards.
We even attempt a little shopping.
Then I pause Christmas long enough to celebrate James' birthday.
And yes, I try to do it right.
After I regain my composure it's mid-December.
I feel like the kid on Home Alone...
So this morning I'm taking the time to remind myself,
Christmas isn't about the gifts I give,
OR forget to order until it's too late,
the Christmas cards I send,
whether or not they're 4x8 or 5x7,
Christmas isn't even about all my packages being beautifully wrapped,
each with a homemade bow,
although I sure do love those.
Nope, Christmas isn't about any of that.
It's not Happy Birthday to Sarah and the special people in her life.
If I remember correctly,
back before the snowball picked me up,
it's about someone bigger than all of this.
It's about the gift that my heavenly Father knew I needed.
The perfect gift wrapped in a lowly manger.
Christmas is about Jesus,
Happy Birthday Jesus!
For those of you already in the CHRISTmas spirit,
please excuse me while I get ahold of myself this morning. :)
God's blessings on your day friends, Sarah :D