In the quiet of the late morning, it’s almost like Christmas never was
Except for the wrapping paper, balled up beneath the tree
The presents all have been opened, exclaimed over, then settled neatly back into their boxes
A breeze sends tinsel fluttering gently
And you sit, sipping coffee in the stillness
Lights twinkling as sunlight glints off ornaments
Alone, but not alone
He is with you in the calm
In the tranquil hush
In the after…
His hand presses gently upon yours
I was there in the chaos
In the flurry of glee and merry and bright
And I am there
Your heart stirs and settles at His words
Christmas … a joyful reminder, a frenzy of motion, a dizzy tumble and twirl of sound and smell and spice and love, of all your childhood promises and reveries and memories
Just for an instant!
A storybook brilliance
Like it never was
Like it always was
Like it should be
Like it will be
Like it could be
Heaven on earth.
In the after, you carry the hush and the hope with you
A sprinkling of Christmas joy in the days after
Fairy dust, only better
Scattered here and there
The Good News of the Gospel whispered
All the year through.
Merry Christmas, friends. May God bless you.