The ‘to do’ list is growing with no end in sight.
I feel unprepared for this Christmas night.
I observe those around me relax with good cheer,
Wondering wistfully, what got me here?
Is it the expectations imagined by me,
Or comparing my home to others I see?
Is it traditions long past, or new ones I start,
Or simply a matter of a misplaced heart.
The shopping and baking cannot be ignored,
Nor cleaning or cards or Christmas decor.
The programs and parties cry out for attention.
This busy schedule was not my intention.
But, none of it matters if we fail to heed
The reason for Christmas and our greatest need.
Our world is broken; we’re weary and worn.
Yet Christmas reminds us when hope was born.
It’s the finest story that’s ever been told,
The baby, the shepherds, wisemen and gold.
It began with a girl and a dark headed man,
Betrothed and in love with a simple plan.
But an unbidden journey took them away
To a town guarded closely and no place to stay.
Arriving at night with crowds gathered around,
The soldiers delayed those Bethlehem bound.
She was heavy with child and covered in dust.
A nod to her husband affirmed her trust.
His eyes took her in and his heart swelled with pride.
He stood a bit taller with her by his side.
He finally found refuge in an unlikely place,
Offering her safety in the dry, warm space.
On that holy night the young woman gave birth,
The miracle felt throughout the earth.
Creation responded with a star so bright.
Angels revealed the good news of the night.
Shepherds amazed by the brilliant display,
And wisemen with gifts headed their way.
An unlikely crowd came to worship the boy.
And His holy debut is our Christmas joy.
Yes, Christmas is shopping and baking and toys,
Time with our loved ones and chaotic noise.
But if we’re lost in the busy, we’ll miss it outright,
The miracle and message of that Holy night.
So slow down the pace, push perfection aside.
Christmas is when our Savior arrived.
@betsyadamsauthor
2024