It's 3:11 right now and everyone is tucked in bed, deep in slumber (except for a certain brother and cousins at my cousin's house who ditched me and are watching Super 8. Punks).
Living room: decorated
Christmas music: on low
Disturbing noise level: zero
Cookies: cooking in the oven
Here are the ones already out of the oven:
I'm savouring every hour I have in this living room in it's current state. Tomorrow (or rather, today), it will be filled with family, chatter, laughter, busy-ness, food and activities. Presents will be exchanged, food will be demolished and memories created. Followed closely by a mass cleanup. But I'm trying not to think about that. As much as I'm looking forward to excitement, I crave peace and quiet very easily. So I delight in it now.
In this quiet, I'm able to remember the reason for the season. Christmas is a loud kind of holiday. Lots of doing doing doing. Things are always happening till the new year. Shopping, decorating, planning, cooking with everything happening right up to the last minute. But sitting here in the quiet of the night, I can sit and think about Jesus. The man of the hour. The God who became a baby to become a man who redeemed every human. I'm so familiar with the story that I can easily become complacent. Like blah blah blah Jesus in the manger blah blah blah. But the gospel (literally translating into 'good news') shouldn't be brushed over with such a blasé attitude.
Thank you Jesus for such a loving act. Sitting here with you, eating cookies and drinking milk makes this a very
Merry Christmas! Happy Hanukkah! I hope you and your loved ones have a gay old time.